Monday, May 30, 2011

Profit

the veins
on the back
of the arm
of a rickshaw
puller
have
risen
like flags
fluttering
in the
useless
wind
gaining on
the day
by
inches

2 comments:

  1. Wonderful bookends on this poem. They both scorched my imagination!

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  2. Thank you for your windfall comment Wine and Words.

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