4-- revised permanence

2005 to 2017- ...getting near to in between.

Wednesday, April 9, 2014

edges

I tear the edges
from poems
I send you

no borders
confine
my love

just ragged edges
and crooked
corners

a perimeter
much greater
than straight                                 

-dp-
 4-9-14 


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