Lombard Suite – Bonnie McClellan-Broussard

False Nettle

I am early / the train is late / the image is ubiquitous as false nettle / poetry is a red cat in a sunny window / lying to get out.

We awake to the muffled chaff of rain

as the grey down of clouds roundly tussle

for the pleasure of concealing dawn.

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