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Friday, June 20, 2014

Poem 71


Poem 71

 

Caught unaware

Gazelle borrowed my language,

Flew, leaving me grounded in gravity.

 

Farewell, I thought to think,

Damn you, drilling a grave

For finite hours on Earth.

 

 

 

Jerry W. Ward, Jr.

June 20, 2014

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