The Black RibbonA Poem by MarshallThe black ribbon licks through towering mountains and deep succulent valleys rushing past rows and rows of cornfields and crevices reaching into strange places 'honey salted'- ecstasies to lips ripe and ready at the top end of town welcoming. The same road rips around comes or goes whichever takes your fancy.Anyone get it NO STOPPING for miles and miles even to saunter off and picnic with passersby strangers stare with secretive glances as we pass each other on the four laned handshake to know that we once took this road to somewhere. Author NotesAnyone get it? Would be nice to know. © . All rights reserved, a month ago© 2014 Marshall |
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