The Word from Pandora's Tavern

Beauty Bare

by John P. O'Grady · November 30, 2016

This blazed path. Lovely winter light, clotting shade. Rusted border, collapsing fence. Gap in the grammar of the woods. Fallen limbs beyond memory. Forgiving duff and stone. Spare fading lines. Both ends tangled not. Here lies depersonified. Any more without.

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