Tuesday, January 26, 2010

And Apples or Clouds


and apples or clouds


& apples or clouds
or when snow
in April

startles
some
new

joy

crows
in a quince
hard blossoms

& the pin
feathers of cedar
waxwings scattered

how sudden the washing of death;

candied death: the bath of long dead kings


Richard Lance Williams

Posted over on More Poetry

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