Blooms in Indigo
Every day poems from a very ordinary aspiring poet
Thursday, April 17, 2014
Drowning men, drowrning women
They say a drowning man will clutch at a
Straw
Well, midway through the sea
She clutches onto
A straw woven basket
One they'd once waved together
before he dove away
head first
into a shark's belly.
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