It Poem by Melanie Emikohe
It
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Perspired salts and golds
to race an inch forward;
sprinting towards It
that he alone conjured!
Once he had a bite of It
spitted it out!
Subdued, his senses
not quite delighted?
turned his head
to the other side, grunting -
he misses the race
pretty much!
Monday, February 26, 2007
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4/19/2024 12:52:17 AM # 1.0.0.1119
'It' was his imagination? this can be interpreted so widely. was it the chase he missed, then, the intrigue. allure of the catch. And it, salts & golds, all were a prestigious mirage. keep on Mel fun, Sus.