Caroline Misner Poems
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- Dahlia In The Window Pale and translucent as pink lemonade, ...
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- The Potential Of Stars They hold the power to pinch the sky, ...
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A Hard Climb
The frill of trees jig their lady skirts
about their knees, buckling
under the weight of the wind’s hard approach.
When we exhale, our breaths dangle,
rearranging syllables and accents
the Yanks still claim we carry.
The clouds recoil in pieces of time;
inch by inch they scud across the sky,
downy spools drawing in their lines.
The black hills ball against the blue,
splash their painted trees, golden
glowing corridors to wander through.
Dropped leaves assemble into cobblestones
of amber and scarlet upon the path,
carpeting the gnarled and ...