Emotional Expostulation
Throwing words across a room.
Hoping some one or two
or all but mostly one
will catch and hold them gently.
Instead I
watch them
fall
quickly
from
their
lofty
heights
and
shatter
on the plush shag rug
Nothing much to say about this one. It is what it is.
Friday, November 23, 2007
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Julie
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2 comments:
So far, I like this one the best.
Nice.
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