| A Dun Cow |
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Wisp-shadowed basilisk and Sighing irises stirring wilted purple heads into the pond: |
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I wish you'd leave my sight Dry of your looks. I know the Way those petals slide their |
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Meek tongues against damp Hooves. And I can imagine A rudder-tail*s dusky scales |
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Being dragged over the same Silent tongues, a lizard mouth Flickering full of fire coral |
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Teeth, eyes of splintered black Timber, and sour spines ridging A backbone. We have no place |
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Together, basilisk. I hold myself Still beneath a skyful of moon, Worried about what you will do next |
| You keep me tired and afraid.
I keep dreaming of you and your Mute irises beside the pond. |
| Frank Schlotz |