right hand pointing



  Lynn Strongin

Nakedly Heartfelt


Sinatra singing ďIím a fool to want you.Ē


Iím glad summerís done, wrung

Fog last night was a bandage to old wounds


walking, walking

parting strata of purpleblue fog the wool of  this Northern land


Life was no nest of singing birds when we came

The TV came up in a liquor carton wrapped in old jeans.

Darling, I had arrived


like the nail driven in the wall

carrying the snow scenes, etoiles, rooves in snow, all the rusty bloodway in.







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