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TO SLEEP INSIDE RAIN
A hazy field
rain cast plummeting plunge of stone hallways to our bed’s name something like daisies in place if not sweet there is daring. Rolling into excess thighs out of tight labels above nerves worm among creases, access rolling out alive bloomed sunflowers crossing light with surface inside rain. The effulgence: screen, expanse the slightest intent violet flower promises beneath dark. That death as good as earth a little, like sun oblivion then lie still. |
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© 2005, Jill Jones From: Broken/Open Publisher: Salt Publishing, Cambridge, 2005 ISBN: 1844710416 |
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