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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Friday, July 6, 2012
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