The Impossible Machine
Leaves in light
There are amends
with things amended
as dry letters turned
in dull cast-turns of iron

As blank and sigilect
as cascadent dull tresses
turned of green

Weather naried from
shape
as sacrosanct
as dull dry dialects

Scarrowed from
light pared-down leaves
BACK TO POETRY MAIN
by Nathan Coppedge
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