POEM: FOREST
A gray virgin forest
Shelters a nascent flame
And a pear ratio
Prays for posture
Her optics size up
Folly's frame
Hours glove airy fingers
Given to serving
The broken caned
She visits the needled chest
Where clothes wane
THE COLOR SERIES
THE COLOR THRICE
WORDS
FOREST
DREAM FADE
THE POTTER
BLUE WAVE
THIS FISH WALKS
HAIR TWANG
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