Decembers Shadow
Grimace bathed your face that afternoon.soft peaks of satin filled the air from the harboring clams that invaded the shore that morning.ready to glitter and shoot off
like a spider ballooning they chattered.you crept up on me ready to eat me and dance on me after your first biite.it hailed salmon colored rain and we began ourday under the crease of decembers shadow.
poem by Cal Duran
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