Don't read this poem!
Wrestle with it, make love to it
swallow it whole, sing it out loud
tear it up and roll in the pieces.
Use it to dry a tear, light a fire
shim up a shaky table leg
sky-write it at the county fair.
It's yours, It's mine. It's no-one's
--except God.
Monday, July 17, 2006
If It Were Paper
Labels:
free verse,
poetry
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