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to anniefay

Posted to Action Poetry

your michigan ode heart
your love letters
thawing in my frowning i carved them
into my tree
thinking back to mackinac island
the ferry from St. Ignace
yeah, Anniefay,
I really dug those blueberry treats of yours
man, there are days
when the cold colors
you have wiped them all away
like thunderstorms
in march turning into
april suddenly warm
soft like Anniefay's pillow
night moving
big white clouds
stealing away adrift
in their blue silver now
looking down
upon your sleeping house
and smiling at you Anniefay