Saturday, December 11, 2010
20 Poets read from SGVPQ 48
Jeffrey C. Alfier
THE FLOWERS OF HER DECEMBER
So this is all the earth she knows now.
Winter could fracture stone and spill
into graves, the wind scuttling leaves,
petals and US flags into the year’s terminus.
A man breathes warmth into ungloved hands,
her name strained through a fist.
Don Kingfisher Campbell
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