M E L N I C H O L S
__________________________________________________________NINE POEMS
Day Poem
it is blue there
roof pulls away from the
folding the curtain the sky
not rose a folding a not
tremble bird in fuchsia
tongue pink bride
tangled in a white tunnel close my
eyes for exploding narrow bit of I
nothing then where lips where rain
leaking in after a fast hard rain
the cars all many-colored-
jewels-so-shiny-so
the sun hot already
to have everything
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