by Sandy Florian
By the subtle reminder of that small serpent walking, by the subtle reminder of homicide, of suicide, by the subtle reminder of that way to keep on, to keep that way just walking, I wake to a community of walkers and the warders of Eve, so ill-tempered, so ill-asleep, so ill-illumined by the shadows on the moon.
Tuesday poem #677 : Emilie Lafleur : UNTITLED
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