An Expected Kind Of Tension Poem by Abby Tweed

An Expected Kind Of Tension



My melting legs;
My rotten eggs
Ferment in nylon shrouds,
Though once torn loose,
His wild goose
Will soar above the clouds.

Thursday, December 25, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: clouds
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