Cat Tiger

Rookie - 115 Points (Memphis, Tennessee)

Clutching - Poem by Cat Tiger

I stand agasp
While love slips as fine white sand
between my fingers.

Resistance is futile.

No one can create a tree from shelves
nor photograph the smell of pure snow.

-translated from Ed Franck


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, August 28, 2012



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