Iowa Temple

Iowa Temple

A Poem by Waconda Springs
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The Fewtch

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I borrowed a guitar
from the deaf lady's daughter
carried it
on my back felt
the warmth about
the waist of the blonde

Stairs sunk
like rising water
like a sunset backwards
rises
massive spires curves like gold brick rainbows and blues

I saw her
and saw what

I wanted to see

the curves and lace







© 2015 Waconda Springs



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Very nice use of words. Needed some music to make a perfect song and journey. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry my friend..
Coyote

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Waconda Springs
Waconda Springs

Edmonton, Canada



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