johnsu01 (johnsu01) wrote,
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Napowrimo #9

O'HARA CENTO

I can't believe there's not
walking in her garden — no flowers, a wintry shrub
the little asylums
pouring into my enormous ears
In a minute the sun will go down and
and really be merely a thing
doubting each auburn branch and my own
to call out confusedly and clear
will be merely my nose veiled by rain
Do you see each rippling leaf?

Tags: cento, napowrimo, poem
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