Margaret Ann Newcomb
Cinder Blocked - Poem by Margaret Ann Newcomb
Waiting for a flood of words
weighted by my heart
my brain feels like a cinder block
twisting in a spiders web
like a racehorse in the stable,
a bird with tethered feet,
a flower in the desert
no one will ever see
I know I must remove the webs
and a cinder block has no hands.
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