Today's poem is by Nance Van Winckel
Word for Word
Halfway into the book
of youlight reading
light down a wellI was
tracking a hoodlum
for the hilarious
hell of it.Then to rise
and try to think an
authentic anything.
To grasp what's bound
by the bow of quaint
parenthesis.This time-out's
been duly noted. As has
the loud log shift
that signals the next
restoking of the fire.
Copyright © 2008 Nance Van Winckel All rights reserved
from Floating Bridge Review
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