Thing OneA Poem by Consuela Burke
Thing One
Petals uncoiled With only Self-Persuasion In dry satin For the dark occasion For musty Loosened flesh De-feathered After molting The bee So full He leaks On segments Forced to quiver How revolting.
© 2014 Consuela Burke |
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Added on February 17, 2014 Last Updated on February 17, 2014 |

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