#779598 added April 3, 2013 at 9:00am Restrictions: None
april 2--nanopomo
Poem#2--Fermata
My first instinct was to slap him,
but then out of the blue
reconsidered, shook off the dust,
and thought, why not, every fool deserves a chance.
In the backseat, in the snare of muscled arms,
gasps became wings,
unbalanced to be sure
and one blessed note
rising, and rising.
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