Rather than the tightening fist,

This entry is part 32 of 47 in the series Morning Porch Poems: Summer 2012


its unfurling— Rather than the kvetch,
the caterpillar tent that billows—
Sheer wave combed open in the wind—


In response to an entry from the Morning Porch.

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