![]() HoroscopeA Poem by p.kuhl
When I was told by a soothsayer
There were no angels around me, I paid Little attention; there have always been angels. But when his blind eye flew From his dirty face, twisting wildly in the air Like an injured pigeon, it plunged deep into the mud Leaving ribbons of veins and poor vision Flung playfully upon the naked earth. It was from that blind eye There grew a tree, which found its worth As a set of wooden nutcracker men crafted From its innards. In December, The tiny soldiers remember formation, and stand at attention above a fireplace, protecting a home that might need protected. When I was told by a soothsayer There were no angels around me, I paid the waitress and went on my day. © 2013 p.kuhlReviews
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Added on March 14, 2013Last Updated on March 14, 2013 Author![]() p.kuhlBloomington, INAboutMy name is Pierce, and I am a 23 year old English major at Indiana University. "How easily I connect to you. You're always everything at once, somehow. You're shy and open, sweet and cold, curious .. more..Writing
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