Reservations iA Poem by Patrick MacGill Synan
I would like to dive
into a sea of dead letters and let myself turn paper thin, to wait alone in a taxi for a lady heading home. And as she stumbles by, left foot slipping on the sleek curb of the sidewalk, I'll not only stare. I will give my eyes a pair of legs a long arm and a rubber hand that will slither and sway in the wind like the sapling on the edge of Wheeler's farm. Two years ago, it began its continuing ascent sprouting quick as a dog dick from a sea of dead leaves.
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Added on June 10, 2012 Last Updated on June 10, 2012 AuthorPatrick MacGill SynanManchester, NHAboutMy name is Patrick. I was introduced to poetry this year by way of a creative writing course at UNH-Manchester, and now it has become a little game for me. I was very fortunate to find myself surr.. more..Writing
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