A silver stiletto slices through
the cold clear sky.
The wound is deep,
blue bleeding a filmy rose.
It fades and wavers into vapor
under the setting sun,
low skimming clouds
already dark.
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Poems by Richard Green
Poems by Richard Green
A silver stiletto slices through
the cold clear sky.
The wound is deep,
blue bleeding a filmy rose.
It fades and wavers into vapor
under the setting sun,
low skimming clouds
already dark.
A New Mexican Poet 