This is a poetry blog. It's like a journal, just not in prose. It should hopefully be its own defense.
Sunday, March 6, 2016
Elektron
Clear and slow as sliding dew
fall,
the trap found the
back foot of some six-legged life
as it came
from this broken branch
and seemed so ultimately
neither
clear nor slow,
not the bright beetle,
nor the amber flow.
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