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Three Fall (Free verse) by <~>

I always heard your words and wondered for your core. There's a crawling sensation and my calendar is ludicrously long. I felt the metaphor, when I picked the falls. There with another, once, for a quick, chilled visit-- I questioned the brevity of that stay in that midst. And I wonder if the thunder I hear now is memory or premonition. The weight of all that water so near, skews me. You skewer me, like I'm made, missed until the Ides of October hit.

EAger to Offend 24-Oct-03/6:09 AM
This begs for repeated reads, and gets better with each one.




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