Ghost of a pulse in the throat

This entry is part 18 of 47 in the series Morning Porch Poems: Summer 2012


like a leaf sprung to life—
twang of a string, floater that asks
to be reeled in at the end of a line.


In response to an entry from the Morning Porch.

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