Thursday means Magpie time . . .


Rear View

tears drum relentless fingers

across miles, a map

a path, a memory

of drops still there

it seems some objects

may be closer than they appear

-- smh

This poem is a Magpie Tale.  
You can explore a few more by visiting here, or even write your own!

(Do it . . . you know you want to.)


HyperCRYPTICal said...

Like this!

Anna :o]

Helen said...

Love your view from the rear!

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Allie said...


the hinckleys said...

like it, but it lacks a sensual/sexual edge to it.

susan m hinckley said...

April -- you're so funny.

Donna B said...


Steve Isaak said...

Solid take on the picture. Good work!

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