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the world in her arms,

by Andrew S Adams

a rose-stem with naked arms
sits in an antique vase
dust collected on her bones;
she lays silent and still
as the house sways in the wind
back and forth with the
passage of time;

the shadows of a spiders legs
longstems to a blooming bud;
scatter as the sillhouette climbs the wall
chased with scraps of rosepetals
caught and crushed
but his legs still move;

and the vines holding this
room together are slowly breaking
her hands trembling with every
back and forth of the world in her arms.

03/23/2006

Author's Note: first attempt in... 2 months?

Posted on 03/23/2006
Copyright © 2024 Andrew S Adams

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