Willows fade into the
yellow sky as winter oozes
from under my refrigerator door.
Brown leaves cut my chest,
slice my mouth and ears
like a lover's kiss, cold
as the foam my mother brushed
from the muzzle of my old dog Blue.
©1983 Alan P. Scott. All rights reserved.
Last updated August 12, 1999.
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