The Wrong Summer Poem by Leslie Philibert
The Wrong Summer
...a sun bounces off my shell
the rained on attempt to hide
the damage, the hurter from
inside my back is full of resin
and knots from a black apple tree
all the rivers show a new face
with old teeth and lips that
suck the failed light all this
makes me walk like a deep sea
diver grubbing in the silt of
sudden waves that soak the
drinking loam of a failed birth
as a sun bounces off my shell..
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