Thursday, August 6, 2009

Reistertown


Reisterstown


Across
black hedges
fine mist
flows
from the mouth
of a gold mine.

Early summer flag’s
dark face
of a Gibbons
monkey,
laps
pearl
streetlight
from the bare shoulder
of a spruce.

The spruce's
fur
flinches
like that
of a
wild mustang.

Alan Britt

Posted over on The Saison Poetry Magazine

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