Friday, July 6, 2012


It is summer. Cars move
south like herds of buffalo.

None of them are beautiful.

The sky is fossil-white
with clouds. The apparition

of time's passing is all

we know.

About C.E. Frederick:
C. E. Frederick has a questionable mustache which has nothing to do with his poetry.  His work has appeared in Short, Fast, and Deadly.  

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