of trinkles and glue
a collection of short poems.
Wednesday, April 12, 2017
blue dog
The day you died
Blue Dog fell
I don't know how
A favorite painting knows
When its admirer has departed
But I swear
He knew
When I saw the loosened nail
And his portrait
Face down
In reverence
Across your chair
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