Friday, May 30, 2014

Knife

A friend admonishes -- no knives in the sink.  Across the hide of a tomato, I assume is not suspect.  What's slices (or dices) a poem?  I suggest a one-word answer:  breath.  
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  1. Susan E. GangelJune 2, 2014 at 11:10 AM

    Abandon the twilight if possible, tonight!

    Street signs stolen on a ride to town
    the siren that rings behind the chapel

    What happens Sunday at 4?
    Notes left in the mirror before morning

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