The Boys On the Bridge
...The boys sat on the bridge, dangled legs above the water,
a tractor crossing that lifts and rattles, loosely laid with sleepers,
rut tracks between the marshy fields as rough wheels slowly pass,
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Categories:
dagged, boy, mother,
Form: Rhyme
The Lost Silver Lining of the Thunder Cloud
...I never knew where this biting and teething was going
just hanging on and never thought calling and crawling
i was staring at the flesh in the ground perfect sounds of perfect down
but what was do...
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Categories:
dagged, angst, life, loss, me,
Form: Free verse