Tuesday, September 10, 2013

Fascicle [11]


Soon ice arrives. Nights harvest stars.
Cafes have ceiling fans south of here.
Sky enough. The open walls. Whores
do not love to love; so you will be told.
To be warm, languish in Mexico, D. F.
To cool off these tendrils, remain still.

(10 September 2013)

copyright 2013 by Floyce Alexander

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