Open Poetry #48 |
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My jacket |
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Edgewise Junior Member
since 2008-03-23
Posts 19Chicago |
My jacket leaks feathers that dance in ways I fathom, meandering like sprites or supernaturally suspended. My jacket freely spills its guts. Others burden my attention. Distracted, they swat a feather, so I keep the holes unmended. |
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Bluesy Socrateaser Member Elite
since 2002-11-07
Posts 2417In The Mirror |
A floating feather is irresistible, though for me, to catch one is more fun than to swat at it repeatedly. I must find this jacket of yours. This infernal solitaire is driving me mad. ...just bein' Bluesy |
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