Wednesday, May 03, 2006

j u s t i n    b u r n s i d e - The Origins of Smoke


A Crow’s foot rests on a cracked paint sill,

snapped clean at the hip.

The faint light of evening consumed with its own dying—

lays itself over the foot, whose claws point into the room.

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