Saturday, February 26, 2011

Limbo


Image by Gregory Melle

Limbo

After the melt, winter, dull
with Novocaine, lacking a proper taste
of death, waits in patient homage

for Nature to resume her pleasantries.
The insufficient poison of ice,
is swallowed-up in mushroom sky,

and leaves behind a chamois world,
a limb-strewn, cardboardy puzzle,
dirty as a pillowcase. She paces,

obtuse, in the squalor of good
intentions, scotch-taped, ephemeral,
in an arborglyph of days.


Tess Kincaid
February 2011

Posted over on her site Willow Manor

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