Poem #1

well read on my young grasshopper

Feel the love of the verse

spread out on the page

like a bucket of paint

from a speeding truck

 

spilled and there for all to see

 

Made to dance on chipped trees

 

Can you feel the soul beyond it

can  you see him freeing the black blood from

the ruptured vein

I don't ever want it to heal

 

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["L" alone]

Inspiring~thank you.