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From "Green Line Poems"
by Bruce W NiedtInconsequence:<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" />
a dirty green grape
rolls around the floor
between the girl across from me
and back again
only to be caught
in a lump of string
and crushed beneath a womans foot,
the journey thus ended.
<?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" />[Boston 1973] 06/24/2003 Posted on 06/25/2003
Copyright © 2026 Bruce W Niedt
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by J. P. Davies on 02/01/04 at 09:14 AM I like it...provides alot of room for the reader to imagine the scene for themselves. I could see the grape making it's way across the floor. I like poems that are simple yet evocative. |
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