Thursday, July 25, 2013

Delta (Poem 115)

curious fluttering hand 
     of Mystery pauses 
at the confluence 
of river and sea 
tapping and swirling 
     an impatient design 
waiting for the words 
     to come 
     they never do 
     all at once 
they have always been 
     in the elegant 
     alluvial language 
of the delta

(c) 2013, by Hannah Six

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