Copula Poem by Brian Minniear

Copula



When the clearing was new
And we made angels with our bare hands
Along the virid then overcame

What was read over shoulders
Turned sleight-of-hand
When ashes become us
We alone remain

Tuesday, June 17, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: childhood
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