Corina Song
December
comes to awaken these torsos
seamless
heart intoxicated with anger
Underneath the bridge
where I ran into a tower has grown
bathed
names secret and birds above the bridge
men wear their dentures well furnished
arrogant and weak
But still life but life goes on as a oriflamme
or erect and absurd puzzle
[Photo by Christopher Anderson]
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