A Downturn In Economic Indicators
The moon
is a bay leaf
folded among the trees.
It is not.
There is no time
to love one another, the days
smear like wet ink.
It is the time
of the wolf.
We must feed him.
Copyright © Glen Enloe | Year Posted 2005
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