Verse Exercises

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A Variation

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Then he bolts, arms swinging in a run –
So beautiful, so ripe, this run away, this story –
On a train, leaving and arriving somewhere –
You, on the chase –
It is like this other story –
But he stalked. She ran.
Also, you are no god.
And how to bring in the trees?
Now it is more like that other story, maybe.
Closing the gap, until that last dash.
But so close, each time.
So very close you could almost write it –


Written by thedoe

October 21, 2013 at 12:22 pm

Posted in Telling a story

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