Thursday, February 21, 2008

Longing

It rolls off the tongue
as a thick low plume
hungry to extend
now, slowly outwards

a thickening word
with a hook at its end
when you write it
at

1 comment:

  1. Rosemary Nissen-WadeFebruary 21, 2008 at 4:09 AM

    Yet another piece that, once read, seems as if it could have been written no other way!

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