Saturday, December 12, 2009

The edges of certain things.

The edges of certain things
Are serrated,
Eager to pull a
Fleeing sleeve,
A blown lock of hair.
The advantage, despite obvious dangers,
Lies in the possibility that
We might use them to finally catch...

The edges of others
Are undisturbed and smooth,
capable of grasping very little--
If anything at all.

But all possibility
By compass
Flees in that swift direction.

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