Steven Federle

Rookie - 341 Points (1951 / Cincinnati Ohio)

Day's Heat - Poem by Steven Federle

The day’s heat
enfolds me,

green and gold-
en lightly-slipping

rays pour through thin

in my rough-hewn

and make crosses
bright in
the grass;

but the fog broods,
rising white
as death.

will be

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Poem Submitted: Friday, June 14, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, June 14, 2013

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