Dripless Poems - Poems about Dripless

...Death’s finger points - not now – but when. Scans the crowd claiming some at start of day letting others in twilight linger. Caring not for kith and kin nor hearts or spirits broken Death poin......

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...SONORAN SUMMER The river has run dry, its dripless bed is empty, and Crossing the flower carpet dim and dusty, parched Penstemon and brave little brittlebush, Expecting an inundation, stretch i......

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...I saw you shuffling through the dusk of city street Your figure accenting bringing my eyes to rest Like prodigals on the pleasing pillars of your breast The cadence of your footstep frolicked in i......

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