from Sound Sonnets


i close my eyes in this far away world

instilling dagger for hue to warm up

smells of living (tomato skins (take offs

lay down to hear the rain closerlow sky

lay her ear to the sound altercation

where she is on the world she has climbed

born source scattered creep seed estrella

paper dolls passing off sad on birth skin

bursting "color war" tonguesbone touch torch

metamorphic, harshful wide mouth return

her voice found "water left me" drenched

water is the voice that is lefttrickle post alarming sense of pie

charmswith taken in a black and white world

Susan Roberts

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