I wear you as skin
or as the crust of the wound
and the wound itches.
It is almost healed,
at the surface of my skin
now, this long after
the storm crashed by.
I saw you bring all the rain
down on us, on time
itself as if queen
of the eternal cloaked in
the rightness of things.
May 25, 2011 8:37 AM
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The chicken crossed the road. That's poultry in motion.