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“trading disaster for the hope”


trading disaster for the hope

of panicked black silk fleeing down the mountain


I can muster my kind of silk (lavenders

no longer smell as sweet)


I can get the veins to work (pumping

purple silver smells as sweetly)


I can organize the purple Versailles of my

disaster (purple halls of mirrors


might smell as sweet)

from Pink ReefFind more by Robert Fernandez at the library

Copyright © 2013 Robert Fernandez
Used with the permission of Canarium Books.

Published in Poems Robert Fernandez

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