A Tale Told For Ages Old Poem by John W. McEwers
A Tale Told For Ages Old
A summer sat in parts alone
is one in due of hearts conjoined
and pumping blood through one wide chasm
two bodies writhe from one or -
well maybe two happy endings
where the white horse
and the tall guy
catch the falling lady
and the sun sets on their distant heads
as the credits roll
and still no one cares
who the grip is.
Saturday, July 26, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: fear
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