To Seek Poetry Winner

There is soil I have never seen
and a soul that says it is me
one long breath under the green
and maybe humbleness contained therein


3Dworlds (46794 bytes)

what I see and what I can see
and so much others say is seen for me

and to feel the curve of the grass underneath
and my spine shrinking back into its sheath

and the rythm and drum dull through the meat
and the concrete and weight enforcing the beat
and patches of soft and warm slabs of hard
and trying to stand like a thin tilted card

and narrow the contact that can but increase
and focus and enter and crush my disease
and needle points curving converging in me
and pricking my balance the point I can't see

and seeing the pavement absorbed by a cat
and the force pressing back up from the mat
and maybe to find will not be like that

 

Anonymous


SMILES4U

1997


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