The Tempest
my eye
is caught by a photograph
my ear
records a voiceless cry
whispering brilliant streaks
tiny hairs all quivering on
my skin
raindrops pelting
crystal teeth glaring
tearing away
my tongue
forms a quiet reply
my nose
wiggling at a brooding sky
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poem by Frederick Kesner
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