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and to think i saw it on floyd terrace

Tim Martin's Sonnet Project

Friday, August 17, 2007

Grand Entry

like a new decade can stop us
who are plumes that wait your city
for one last drive of unlikely settlers
in a radio today i cry for war moms
searching night for a single pause
no quick sleep in a hotel of jingles
it is an engagement of mixed couples
that say to dance you don’t need regalia
this time to push the sun up another day
we paint and dream a new nation reveals
full dress for a twilight prophet
who converses history of western fire
when power is the remaining sense
in silence that frightens the rest


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