Emily Coutant was born 33 years ago on her fathers 33rd birthday. Love you more than ever. And here is my favorite poem to prove it. VILLANELLE IN APRIL One night the beavers breached the dam and fled Leaving a rutted crater in their wake. Suddenly her water floods the bed. Come out and hear the woodcocks court! he said. How curious the ruckus that they make. That night the beavers breached the dam and fled. Two adolescent hawks wheeled overhead. Later she sees their figure eights in the dark As suddenly her water floods the bed. We’ve had more rain than we anticipated. The weather hovered over tea and cake The night the beavers breached the dam and fled. It’s somewhere between a rock and a loaf of bread: She laughed. But how much longer will it bake? Afterwards her water floods the bed. He sang: The antiseptic scent of melted Snow. The season opens like an egg! That night the infant breached the dam and slid From her. The beavers slapped their tails and fled.
Posted on: Sun, 06 Apr 2014 03:46:24 +0000
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