Basket
Carefully she twirled the reed,diligent she wound--
between two unlikely stems
a simple sphere of brown--
With just a dab of mud
to make a tender floor--
with heaven a ceiling above
and leaping for the door---
Basket
Carefully she twirled the reed,07-09-2010
03-08-2010
dancinghawk commented on Basket
02-10-2010
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cliftondurant commented on Basket
12-04-2009
If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.
Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.
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