Day seventeen poem, LexPoMo 2017

LexPoMo2017I love the library, for more reasons than I can possibly express. While working there today I made a list of intriguing titles as I wandered the stacks. Each line of this poem, including the title, is from that list.

Reblogged from the Lexington Poetry Month blog.

History of the rain

what the waves know
the yellow eyes of crocodiles
the time between
love and ordinary creatures

hard to handle
the night falling
into the beautiful north

they may not mean to, but they do
listen to me
a city breathing

secret of a thousand beauties
chasing fire

reckless disregard


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