The World of B.Z. Niditch
Sunday, February 22, 2015
CREELEY'S TIME
Injecting lines
from a dusk's magical wave
becomes the ink dreams
in a leaning flower
back of your hand
planting a minimal miracle
of a prodigal poetry
unseen before.
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