First Runner-Up
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If at first you don't succeed . . .
First runner-up;
is missing the mark
disappointment
a block of ice
lodged in your chest,
is not winning
the award
pain
pressed and growing,
is stand naked
in sequined gown
teardrops, silent
coursing in your veins.
Only a sap
swallows
second place.
Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2014
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