Stilt Poem by Alec Witthohn

Stilt



Don't stop the eagle now.
When it comes holding thumbs
Rearing a brow in the evening.

No,

Watch down at your feet,
And keep to the road.
Tasting alabaster on your tongue.

How do you like the grit of that?
Thumbing the lint of linens;
I hope you do.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Inspired by the feeling of loving someone who has a diffrent sexual preferance than you. I loved a lesbian girl.
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Alec Witthohn

Alec Witthohn

Denver, CO
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