Off-centered Their braids, their cuffs; cross-eyed, bandy legged, insistent cries marginalized. Icy marble stoops like so much else out of context. Restless legs twitching, night a loss, a bracketed gap, a thrumming, a twang, a pottable plant hung far from any long held blame; to get on home ignoring dust or guilt. Some say badgered; crepe-soled, crept where walk once did. Tripped up, spent, a lessened me no tale can scotch, past glory, the slightest shocked. What can comparisons tell - grasshoppers hopping, trees, too, shaken? Scrambing in the offing. No plant need not be broken. Not to be caught off-center, the unnatural balked.
Thursday, October 11, 2012
Frank Praeger- A Poem
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