(Link #2 of a poetry exchange between Natalie and myself. Making a chain of cinquains [a Cinqchain?] in an effort to "unchain our muses." I am, as ever, late....)(It seemed appropriate to show the whole chain thus far, so I have included Natalie'sdeliciously dark Link #1. Which is what the link above, umm, links 2--er, to...)
what dead thing are
the vultures circling?
There is always a corpse somewhere
there are blossoms
breathing in the dark night.
Why is the air so empty in
...keepin' the Po in NaPoWriMo...
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