With My Initials… by B.Z. Niditch

 

WITH MY INITIALS

With my initials
nailed by dark green
doors,
yet the poet
is not at home
but on a hammock
as a bed rock
writing between rose
garden walls
his hair windswept
after the rain
expecting a landscape
of current words
to overturn
all phantasms of language.

 

Copyright © 2012 by B.Z. Niditich

 
 
 
 
 
 

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