Outlast

This entry is part 38 of 41 in the series Morning Porch Poems: Autumn 2012

Breath,
branch,
tree,

wrought
metal
filigree—

frost
that glints
in points

throughout
the yard:
electric

fence,
theory of
expectancy—

 

In response to an entry from the Morning Porch.

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