Unscrunched –
At-a-pinch an illusory surface.
Rucks are crushed points, downstream.
An air-oozing atlas
Of fingerprints, smears.
A bubble ground to its pinpoint
In some see-through, unrevealed way.
Listen & Be Heard Weekly ArchivesArchived Articles from L&BH Weekly through April 26, 2008 |
Tags: Poem of the Day · Volume 5 Issue 16
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