from Contagion (1)
A dog stepping from the trees.
And starving the grass of dew.
In a field beneath the moon as it is replaced.
And become an else a handful of elses.
The three bodies in the grass.
Brian Henry
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A dog stepping from the trees.
And starving the grass of dew.
In a field beneath the moon as it is replaced.
And become an else a handful of elses.
The three bodies in the grass.
Brian Henry