Fringe Poem by Val Brooklyn Rogers

Fringe



On the fringe of the brink on the brim.
The tip on the edge of the ledge.
A clip of the hedge.
2016.
A LINK of the chain
NOTHING IS THE SAME
Ever again at the end.

Friday, May 8, 2015
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