Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Poetry Fusillade, pt 13: Bowed
The simple bow, in repose
String and wood together.
She is curved and
Pulls him taut,
Awaiting the hand of God.
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This is the one I like best, but no one else seems to get any meaning out of it. That's the way it goes with some of my legal writing, too.
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