Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Poem for a poem


A poem rushed
through my body

blood though vein
hale and hearty

deep. red. irreverent.

Now it rests
in my bones

sand on desert
dry and brittle

soft. gray. white.


Stacy Alexander
2009

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