Thursday, March 8, 2012

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she runs rings round
and sings loud
knot now or ever
there is no together

tag, you're it
the time's knot right
the moon is all wrong
the wind blows too strong

she captures the dust
in an open palm
it's knot an ending
the future is pending

4 comments:

  1. this wood make for a good bit Tom!

    ~robert

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  2. it reads nicely aloud, the words themselves chasing one another around the page.

    xo
    erin

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  3. a rubics cube. forever never truly unraveled.
    erin is right this poem reads wonderfully aloud.

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