Before National Poetry Month wanes entirely, here is another spring poem. This one is by D.A. Powell, author of Tea, Lunch, and Cocktails. sprig of lilac —for Haines Eason in a week you could watch me crumble to smut: spent hues spent perfumes. dust upon the lapel where a moment I rested yes, the moths [...]
Posted on April 25th, 2007 by Shotts
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