Francis Santaquilani


Box - Poem by Francis Santaquilani

Eschew the tape,
Scissors and glue,
The Stapler, paste
And mucilage too.

She's shredded,
Ripped, torn apart.
No magic in your box
To fix her heart?

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  • Rookie - 184 Points Karen Sinclair (1/10/2014 4:34:00 AM)

    I detest cliches but less is more rings true here. Beautiful write and to me it sits in line on some kind of opposite trail with my piece shoebox love. Not pressing for a read just stating what's in my mind (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, February 26, 2007

Poem Edited: Sunday, January 23, 2011


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