Monday, August 13, 2012

Alcoves


My dwindle hands
ricochet over curvaceous lace
then back again
past invisible warp and spin
inside flooded alcoves



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3 comments:

  1. Magical Mystical TeacherAugust 13, 2012 at 6:02 PM

    How you manage to cram so much into so few words is beyond me!

    Another Whirl with Robert Hass

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  2. MaryAugust 13, 2012 at 6:15 PM

    Whew, Willow. You used these words in a way that gave them maximum impact! Impressive.

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  3. LynneAugust 19, 2012 at 11:31 AM

    You and your poetry are amazing, Willow. You never disappoint!

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