Thursday, May 1, 2014

Candles lit and burning green


Poplars, like candles lit and burning green,
for ghosts and barns by all not seen,

and a poor lone mountain,
nigh a fountain

running
clean,

is some,
but not all,

of what I mean
to show, of this road

I know as well as anything,
which turns away in a sparkling.



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