Polymid

A weekly poetry blog describing mostly Sundays. Written by James M. Frost

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08 May 2013

Flamingo

An endless and unwilling imitation of the sloth
Dizziness from fifty-seven cups of coffee
slowly, it gets dark, transitioning into nightfall
but there is a rising pulse,
there is a flaming desire,
I see the Flamingo Bird


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