Odysseus and the Sirens
Saturday, January 12, 2013
Drypoint
Tint burins,
Twig ends etched
The snow's crust
In steel-tipped
Shadows thin
And pretty
As the lines
Of a poem
About sleep
I engraved
Once on clean
Bone I lost
When printing
In charcoal.
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