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Sunday, March 20, 2011

Rattlebox



"...seed strewn on the path

like medallions glimpsed the second we—
I mean all of us cold in the twilight—fly."

From "Explaining It" by William Johnson

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There was a small breeze that day that blew a faint rattlebox from those seedpods.

1 comment:

Dale said...

:-)

It leans.