September 23, 2010

Two Poems


three floors above the street, Nola sits naked on a bench with winter that coos into her ears like rain

he mixes colours, a tinge of blush in his cheeks, to paint poinsettias –

I can only write of the artist whispering nothing but conscience into the brush

but Nola will still sit […]

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