“Love” Poems For Kathy Number Eight

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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