Thursday, August 29, 2013

The Brave (Poem 149)

wildly suppressed
until the fall
the fighting crashed
and altered 
     all
the brave
so patiently 
triumphant
tender and cool 
as dented tin pans
of silt and fools gold 
but also
occasionally indifferent
or furiously
elegantly
giddy

(c) 2013, by Hannah Six