Elizabeth H. Nearing Black Poems
- 1. The End Of Beauty
There are always fields, filled
with flowers, or something sweeping, like wind
tickling the hairs of your arm, that sinking feeling
... - 2. How To Disappear Completely And Never Be Found
Icicles like ladies' fingernails
hang over the driveway, threatening
each day to fall.
The frost from last night's
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