Friday, November 11, 2016

Palms in Marriage

Its a warm desert night
That is dark and still
We'll howl at the moon
Whats left of it anyway
And dance with the
Grasshoppers we call grillos
While filling the canyon
With our laughter.

— Mark Butkus

Five years ago today there was a wedding on Writer's Walk in New York City. This poem is for the bride that day.

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