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and to think i saw it on floyd terrace

Tim Martin's Sonnet Project

Sunday, July 27, 2008

July 4, Lyndhurst

over thewater on soaked nights
& this city is carpet bombed
in second sight of siblings
where fortune is us here, moon
crowded in the visitors room
with festivals of ukranians on fire
that cigar smoke vanquishes
these ganeshas from the cabin
of my own heart buried
deep in the black hills pine
to love like childhood condition
i am wrapped in concerned weather
& lost sixteen miles of adulteration
on the way to the next powwow