A MID-WINTER MELODY
Let me rake
out of cold, gull-cluttered spaces
a nightingale-wreath, an extravagant wreath
for my hot-tipped
plaything : grief.
This and that and a sighing pause.
From a mid-winter melody –
fashion love, fashion applause.
(from “”Love” Poems For Kathy / Green. Laced. Leaves”)
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