Monday, August 13, 2012

Alcoves


My dwindle hands
ricochet over curvaceous lace
then back again
past invisible warp and spin
inside flooded alcoves



3 comments:

  1. How you manage to cram so much into so few words is beyond me!

    Another Whirl with Robert Hass

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  2. Whew, Willow. You used these words in a way that gave them maximum impact! Impressive.

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  3. You and your poetry are amazing, Willow. You never disappoint!

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