Verduria New trash left in the spring mud: honeybun wrappers gifted by the season’s teenage lovers who earn their paramours running each other down and away from school on wet pavement. Their litter’s nutritional information is still intact— you can rejoin it with your hands. I want to reconnect the Red Lake 40 and swim in it under the stars.
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Peter Mishler
SIXFOLD POETRY SUMMER 2013