delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........


Twirling - Poem by delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........

that red stick....
drifted to a continent's edge...
pledged to ply a vertical
climb and grind
with bells on and off
time
keeper
of
each
equinox....
finding fallen apples
in roadside weeds...
no fence
ever built
could hold
that
craving heart....
I hear every octave....

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, August 11, 2010



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