Melancholy Hyperbole

Poetry about longing.

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St. Clare’s Vision of the Jam

I.   Francis plays his invisible sax; Leo stomps like a dervish. Wild onions swell in bulbs at their feet. Each morning is balanced on   the cusp of wildness. All night the creaking cold tumbles on the wind, the wolf in the trees. When every coat is given away,   there are just the stones, the breath freezing in scat. Melody teeters between madness and vision, between blood and […]

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