Best Curvilinear Poems

The love of the curve
the slip, the slide, the drift,
the ride.

The road’s May West hip,
the wayward Marilynesque
crest of the mountain sides.

The curve of the moon, 
the bun of the sun,
a toasted morning bride.

Arise, unfurl
like Shirley Temple’s curls
or the smoke from homes 
where man bides.

The love...

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