comes like fire-- the sudden
spark on dry leaves, and all
is lost.
pinches like tip of finger
in closet door-- the aftermath
of bruise tells all....showing others,
they nod and sigh
and everyone knows what it means.
knocks out the wind, knocks
on the door-- more like bangs,
and you can't refuse to let
this thief in.
stings, like pouring the wine
on the wound instead of the tongue.

Monday, October 20, 2008
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