Monday, October 10, 2011

The Years

Sometimes when they pass
they turn the knife so tenderly
we scarcely feel the blade

Other times they rat-a-tat in flight
bulls-eyeing flesh with tell-tale signs
felling the white flags we wave

©2011 Barbara Moore, Co-editor, Spiracle

1 comment:

Emeniano Acain Somoza, Jr. said...

Cuts clean and innocuously leaves all of a knowing man's silent anguish to the aesthetic realm.

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