August 24, 2017 11:21 pm
1.
My sister whole of body and mind
Still a flower yet to be crushed
Lithe at twenty as a cat and with a cat’s deceiving
Focus sits re-spooling tape into a cassette
Clink of Heineken and scrub oak crickets
How we echo-locate the Cape Cod dark
And the invisible stairway to heaven slid down
As we forced the world to sing backwards with us
Posted by Jeff Schwaner
Categories: Poetry
Tags: August, Diane Marie, unregulated verse
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The world sings with your poetry. ❤
By Ann Koplow on August 25, 2017 at 3:14 am
Thank you, Ann.
By Jeff Schwaner on August 25, 2017 at 6:03 pm