Sarah Capella Smith
Rush (20th November 2006)
Poem by Sarah Capella Smith
Born on rims and edges.
Inches; the way they spread and weave
A time that cannot be touched.
Two breaths: -
By skin, by bone.
Shattered, stupid science.
A reeling snowball
Passes through a spoke-less wheel.
A rootless flower stems.
A faceless balloon knots its breath.
Low, pale, faint; the voices hush.
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