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Quick Sand
by June LabyzonIt is the wheel
no longer attached
leaving prints
in the sand,
a toe in the sand
as it rolls down the page.
I count the spokes
the images clear.
I used to be,
but now I am.
The control is good
making the language bend
shining a light
on the room in the poems
cutting away
back.
Rolling,
Hanging from a tree
a toe in the sand
Indelible images
cool,unspreadable
making soft the butter
that is my heart
08/14/2013
Posted on 08/14/2013
Copyright © 2024 June Labyzon
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Johnny Crimson on 08/14/13 at 06:24 PM I can't believe it's not butter, Spread!:) |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 08/18/13 at 02:06 PM each stanza is so pure June. and that second one strikes me as so sure it could cure whatever ails one, who used to be but now am ( hopefully in my entirety ) Glad is the reader to have you pick up a quill and write like this. |
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