late september
the beds all gone
to seed
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
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Welcome to Outward Signs
This journal contains poetry by:
C. Robin Janning (Robin)
Matthew J. Robison (Matt)
& Some Visiting Poets
All work posted here retains the copyright of its author, and all rights are reserved.
C. Robin Janning (Robin)
Matthew J. Robison (Matt)
& Some Visiting Poets
All work posted here retains the copyright of its author, and all rights are reserved.
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September
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- Silver fish flopping in a dark net too big to pass...
- we will celebrate in a moment all the steps of his...
- held firmly wholly roots that protect and nourish ...
- offertory prayer the back of the pew, bitter to th...
- Kids blowing smoke in the honeysuckle bushes-- beh...
- against the window rain hammers wind shouts wake u...
- those stories Mother never told find me in dreams
- late september the beds all gone to seed
- still fish beneath lily pads tossed in the rain
- out of sorts in choking humidity she dreams of snow
- little can be seen one tall verbena swaying a wake...
- crowon either endof the broken fence rail
- rose-breasted grosbeaka moment beforeonly sparrows
- high humidity curls every thing with the waning br...
- it will rain tonight the mums just planted will sp...
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