Stan Petrovich

Rookie - 204 Points (10/27/1950 / Fort Riley, KS)

Jagged Edges - Poem by Stan Petrovich

Imagine, yourself-no, be there! -in a canyon,
Crisscrossed with sharp steel edges,
Rim to rim,
The Grand Canyon of canyons;
You're at the bottom-
There is no way out
Unslicing yourself.
That's the blues, not the greens,
(Like the colored wedges) ,
You feel wedged in every day
In the canyon of imperfection.


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, August 7, 2011

Poem Edited: Sunday, August 7, 2011


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