Yellow Goblins

By Fanny Howe

Yellow goblins
and a god I can swallow:
 
Eyes in the evergreens
under ice.
 
Interior monologue
and some voice.
 
Weary fears, the
usual trials and
 
a place to surmise
blessedness.

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