SPLICE
Ryan Murphy
Mine eyes
and fading
fronds of light
that gleam
a match in
rain.
Clotheslines, a tangle
of pirated cable,
connect
our courtyard.
Some orphans maybe.
Ryan Murphy
Mine eyes
and fading
fronds of light
that gleam
a match in
rain.
Clotheslines, a tangle
of pirated cable,
connect
our courtyard.
Some orphans maybe.