by Drew Causey
staring at the paper-chain caret
invertedly planted
in our midst,
I want it
to call me towards
something
other than what it demands:
a steep decline.
You knew better than i:
this descent will be
the death of me.
(drew is a 1st year M. Div student. This poem is written as part of the Creative Commons/40 words project this Lent)
this is GREAT!
Posted by: jeremiah | Mar 10, 2009 at 11:02 PM