plastic sheets
plastic sheets
plastic sheets coming down
and covering
tinkling
tinkering
snickering behind a turned back
broken twice
and baked brown
cold
cold
shivering cold
shivering in some wind
some god damn wind
some fucking wind
that just won’t stop
the wind is a sheet
plastic sheet
the wind is a plastic sheet
winding down
winding up the cold
into springs
boards
bored.
Saturday, May 8, 2010
Poem-A-Day: Day 177
Sheets
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