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Beyond Her Womb

Beyond Her Womb beyond her reach, a child she had born, a breech, crept into a cab across the street, careful that their eyes not meet. OR . . . Beyond Her Womb beyond her reach, a child she had born, a breech, stepped from a cab across the street, eager for their eyes to meet.

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Darlene De Beaulieu

Date: 4/2/2022 11:52:00 AM

Hello William Coyne, such a sad poem. Enjoy your day my friend.

Darlene De Beaulieu
Date: 4/2/2022 4:06:00 PM

Hello William ,yes it is very sad. You have done this very well. Enjoy your evening my friend.

William Coyne
Date: 4/2/2022 3:15:00 PM

Probably too sad. I'm currently ruminating on Ezra Pounds ideas of modernism, especially brought out with In a Station of the Metro. Got a long way to go. Petty Theft is a lighter endeavor.