Saturday, January 18, 2014

In the Compost

Corpses wait
orange peel
egg shells
sliver of skin
hothouse scraps

Leavings
iced over
in furrows
hatch plans,
sharpening

The first
green spear
of spring,
terrifying
with constancy

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