Saturday, March 24, 2012

short poem

77°

birdsong crashing into my skull
backyard
77°
arms burned from reading in noonday.
now,
that star buries deep into the west,
casting shadow over greening grass.

- Hoc Scripsi

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It will print as a letter size but can be had as a normal chapbook if you would like. Simply contact me with your desire (at jhonbaker@att.net) and I can lead you to the promised low price ($6USD) chap which comes with a copy of gypsy bars chap – both with art by Micael Chadwick and poetry by yours truly.

3 comments:

  1. Your poems strike to the head and heart, Jhon.

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    1. Thank you, Margaret. I usually post a lot more over at willfulresemblance.com - just so you know.

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  2. I could use a little 77 this morning... with wind chill, it's -40 C here in Alberta. What I'd give for sunburnt arms...
    Nice words...

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