Big Window

a quick glimpse of something beautiful

Betroth by Hank Lazer

at dawn no
really at dawn
aubade or not

sung so bad
the light be
troth to the

first instance trans
mission a series
of stories to

whom it was
given rusted rays
of jagged metal

sun blast arctic
air winter slant
of light a

clarifying barren light
sit beside these
clattering pine limbs

by Hank Lazer

published in Exquisite Corpse


Filed under: Poetry

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