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Cold Comfort | A Poem by El Sane Ken Silencer

And the wind
wizened
the cocksure

Brew the air
in bale, no bliss
to the ears

When the trees
swirled and
nodded

And a bough
what the eyes borne
sighed and fell

Took mind to canvass
wrap in canvas
the heart
with cold comfort.


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