Jenkins Street Poetry Project
A collection of original poems by Don Stinson
Saturday, March 20, 2010
A Previously Unreported Incident
Yesterday
The sky fell
Quite down
Around
Our ankles.
Bits of cirrus
And cumulus
Clung to
Our cuffs.
Careful not
To trample
Astonished birds,
We craned
Our necks
Toward empty,
Where stars
Blazed gigantic.
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