Formal Absence of Precious ThingsA Poem by ReilleyThough drowned for three decades she steps fresh as creation from the broken glass doors. I am awash in emotion - I see a beggar leaning against His legs wrapped in brown paper He is the color of pavement, The girl who drowned so very long ago © 2011 Reilley |
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Added on June 25, 2011 Last Updated on June 25, 2011 AuthorReilleyDedham, MAAboutAuthor of 'Grief Tattoos - Poems of Rage & Redemption' from Big Table Publishing. more..Writing
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