Monday, April 21, 2008

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Horns in the forest.
A slug beneath a stone.
Four grasping hands that thought themselves alone:
Alert- listen – breast to breast.
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Richard Blanch
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Fred Babbin 28 August 2008

Beautiful poem, but the last stanza bothers me.

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