Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Fire Drill Comments

Rating: 2.7

Bells sound them from sleep, and their imaginations
rise, recite all they have been told: the curtains

of fire, the beds, nightgowns, their hair, their hair.
They've practiced this escape before
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Kumarmani Mahakul 05 April 2019

To line up, barefoot, on the dew-wet lawn the amazing mind should perceive the darkened flights of stare. An excellent poem is shared here.

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