Densities 289

sir, pigs do have wings
see how they fly as their nest
crumbles away at the edges
I continue marching in place
as snow flakes fall from my
heels and melt on the street
the point of entry is all that remains
in memory
then a good swift ship until you’re sick
of it
rose red then blanched
with greener splendors
speeding on to a happy end
the house worldly goods the finest here
parade of parasites dead set on joining in
it all comes to pass

Densities 289

Anthony DiMichele

Friday Harbor, United States

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