The Impossible Machine
COVETTE
She as dry as wheat
a composure as
fractionary
as plated electrum
bezeled wheat
nounted with frenel
like fine delicate
nibble-blackened sleaves
turnled of worry
like bridge-water-
wheeling shadow
thrushing
marked in
dear darling
darting birds
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by Nathan Coppedge
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