Narrow Flame Poem by Linda Gregerson
Narrow Flame
Rating: ★2.9
Dark still. Twelve degrees below freezing.
Tremor along
the elegant, injured right front
leg of the gelding on the cross-ties. Kneeling
girl.
The undersong of waters as she bathes
the leg in yet more cold. [tongue is broken]
[god to me]
Her hair the color of winter wheat.
Monday, January 20, 2003
Topic(s) of this poem: hair,winter
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