Tuesday, June 12, 2012

Wrest Now.

[Poem by Cliff Harvey]

Just for tonight I will hold you tight,
in my arms.
And my heart will try,
but yours has loosed it's grip

(Your grip was never very strong.)

Morning I will wrest,
to throw dust to the wind.
Fragments of an aborted love.

Unborn, never whole, lost
But for a chance.

(And chance is a vain hope.)

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