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Those weeks when buddleia stand proud in thickened heat - slow flex of royal wings, a kiss for eyes.
The Day of the Lost Doe
Her eyes - silent film screams. Mower stripes, fresh washed cars, kids at play… all this suburban horror.
Return to the front page of this issue: Amaze Vol. 4, No. 2 Go to the Poets & Authors page for the poet's biographical sketch and email link. All poems are copyright © 2006 by their respective authors.
