Tug

July 23, 2019

 

Furrowed Words, implanted
once held deep      beyond a visioning
their wispy vines grow swift into some centered lines of verse
our summer hearts, impatient
as the poets.. tug the strings

their honed, concentric words
      are curious things 

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