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Ode To the Curvilinear Form
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 of the curve
as in orbit we spin
or the proton nuclear ride.
Relax, slide, slip and unfurl
just come along for the ride!
Copyright ©
Debbie Guzzi
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