With My Initials… by B.Z. Niditch



With my initials
nailed by dark green
yet the poet
is not at home
but on a hammock
as a bed rock
writing between rose
garden walls
his hair windswept
after the rain
expecting a landscape
of current words
to overturn
all phantasms of language.


Copyright © 2012 by B.Z. Niditich


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