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Greg McVerry

what a poem

can't decide
meaning of
Apron,
rot, still
letting light in.
Giving permission
fissures of reality
slip in
on lucifern
YES! A Poem
in there somewhere
meteor still frozen
but
  maybe it creeps in
metaphor seeps in
creaks and cracks bending
floor boards
to coldly lit realities
collected and discarded
out the door.



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