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.
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8 comments:
Like this!
Anna :o]
Love your view from the rear!
sharp.
LOVE!
like it, but it lacks a sensual/sexual edge to it.
April -- you're so funny.
Excellent!
Solid take on the picture. Good work!
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