Friday, October 8, 2010

St. Simeon the Righteous

the moon slept like a baby

on the hips of the war.

behold a virgin may conceive

a thousand trees. they will

take root, ruin her chances

of a good education. a run

in these stockings is a load

off of my mind. the birches

are peeling and I will write

the psalms on their bark.

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