Friday, February 28, 2014

Covenant



Covenant


I meet my neighbor
at the fence

“Morning” he.
I, “Morning.”
  
where wire once
snagged my shirt

“Cold!” I.
“Yes.”

and tore a good
sized hole


“Coming?”
“Soon.”

and tongue-mowed grass
pricked my bared skin.
                               

“See you.”
“See you.”


LFM 2/28/2014
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