Scantalope. Poem by jerome moore
Scantalope.
The scantalope crest these lusty plains
scouring for juices
for pith for rains
cunning nimbus interludes sailing by
the crumblng saintly pinnacles bending
torn between scylla and Charybdis
far from chablis pinot noir even blanc
-bone white dover teeth
Wednesday, January 30, 2013
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