The Wayward Ways of Russell C.J. Duffy
Friday, 9 March 2007
i fold my future into swift compass points as
an oily rag flaps in wind driven ecstasy.
smoke rises from distant chimneys.
brash birds litter a beach of dead jelly fish.
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