Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Found Poem

He paused and looked round,

the ripe fruit

lugged him toward

the trees.

He pulled off

a million flowers and fruit

and turned away.

The prints in the soil

led him back

to the scar.

3 comments:

  1. THIS....is BEASTY!!! really good way to change the word and make them your own!
    GREAT!!!

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