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recrudescence) wrote2010-04-02 05:01 am
recrudescence) wrote2010-04-02 05:01 am
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omfg national poetry month
Barn
She hit a boy
with a shovel
in a barn. She
saw nothing
but the math
of it. Ascent,
arc, intersect.
And the shapes:
triangle on oval
in a sun-drowned
pentagon.
A thing in motion
tends to stay. She
hit a boy. She
grew up to list
numbers in files
in pale rooms
full of dustless
air. She wears
nice clothes.
She wears
nice clothes.
-- Rachel Contreni Flynn
She hit a boy
with a shovel
in a barn. She
saw nothing
but the math
of it. Ascent,
arc, intersect.
And the shapes:
triangle on oval
in a sun-drowned
pentagon.
A thing in motion
tends to stay. She
hit a boy. She
grew up to list
numbers in files
in pale rooms
full of dustless
air. She wears
nice clothes.
She wears
nice clothes.
-- Rachel Contreni Flynn
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I love the repetition at the end and the description of what she saw. This was wonderful.
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I like this a lot ...
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