love balancing on the center fold
escaping through picture stillnessurgent turns
gripped up
smooth fingers
softly curl into place
heavily glued
to the familiar fold
sticky corner pulls away
tearing
the eternal pose
played out on all fours
begging to be collected
held - turning out
Poetry by Aaron Jon Wells
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Written on 2005-05-25 at 15:42
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