Saturday, May 21, 2005


The great encounter stops your breath, your heart breaks,
you fall. Good men have this too, and women know
Of change; from birth, the metered months time the eggs
Arrival. You wait as if time were slow.
And bound in amber, your polished moments
Set with precious findings for display.


# posted by will : 5:38 AM
Comments:
Poetry? the last line is short.
# posted by Blogger will : 2:43 PM
 
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