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.


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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.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2022

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De Beaulieu Avatar
April 2, 2022 at 11:52 AM
Hello William Coyne, such a sad poem. Enjoy your day my friend.
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April 2, 2022 at 4:06 PM
Hello William ,yes it is very sad. You have done this very well. Enjoy your evening my friend.
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April 2, 2022 at 3:15 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.
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