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Doves at the Edge Sitting on the icy shore a little confused, feathers puffed into fluffy, seem to squint into bright light glinting And today they are gloomy angels perched spreading to gather what they can, They balance like clothespins, tails steady This Tornado Loves You
This tornado loves you, doesn’t want you This soft breeze loves you, too, to see you sweat. This blizzard loves you. wants you to kneel before it and make you cry with cold, Karla Huston is the author of A Theory of Lipstick (Main Street Rag) and seven chapbooks, most recently Outside of a Dog (Dancing Girl Press).
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