UntitledA Poem by Wilyem Clark
Welcome, autumn.
From our buckeyes' branches Misshapen scrota dangle; What genetic tinkering Has led to this Abrogation of nature? Meanwhile, below and close at hand, Along indentations, the seams of pavers, Teensy formicans commute, Frantic, but free of footfall worries. © 2017 Wilyem Clark |
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Added on September 23, 2017 Last Updated on September 23, 2017 AuthorWilyem ClarkWashington, DCAboutI've been writing poems since my teens (now in my 60s) and prose since the 1990s. It's been hard finding decent forums online--the free websites too often suffer sudden deaths. My "published" works ar.. more.. |

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