Dun Madonna, caped and veiled By modest night, the color of shale, Unclench the spools Of moroser weather 5 Tucked by fingers beneath your vermillion cap. Unclench the spools Of angrier rains and redder tornadoes From your tense cap 10 While the violet moon's sisterly sap Drips bip, and bip, and bap, bap, bap. Her slender tongue Unwrapped the whitest portions of the night. 15 In the hills, green winds prevail.
From the collection "Constellations in December"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
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