here comes the kraut again
i think from ohio
lapels straight
here's that wall
here's a sympathetic wall
ice fingers in your eyes
ice wall
leaves are coming out
of the faces of everyone
on the street like
so much junior miss chattel
in the morning
i missed dad and then
the coffee pot came on
by itself and at the door
it was the kraut
we climbed the ice wall
we slipped down
i am touching the wall
1 comment:
Trevor and I say kudos, sir. This is terrific.
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