Best Recordings Poems

I heard the wind on Mars
Like ours
And that blew me away

The same wolf
Howling
Out there

Roams
The rusted crust
Just as solitary
As his hunt
Here on Earth’s green hills

His wail longing for choirs

Searching the blue sunset on Mars
Same as the orange dusk of our own orb
Or upon any dark stone
Cast...

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The house and barn have surrendered,
burrowing under the loose dirt of the sun.
Echoes run from house to barn, from barn to house,
a ritornello hurried along on the skirts of the wind.

In the ruined barn, decay finds its own language,
children still run here.
A transmission has leached...

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The house and barn have surrendered,
burrowing under the loose dirt of the sun.
Echoes run from house to barn, from barn to house,
a ritornello hurried along on the skirts of the wind.

Dust muffles yet imprints step and skip,
a written ergot that still keeps a voice
in the...

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