by Colin James
In summer we wear
dresses of green plastic,
carry our needs
in a canvass bag
letting it dangle like risk.
Our lover’s concentration
is always drifting
into unreasonable platitudes.
Irregardless of these
idiosyncrasies,
nature runs its course.
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Colin James has a chapbook of poems just out from Thunderclap Press. He works in Energy Conservation. |
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