a
t
e
r
drips
and slips
and kind of
pools
r
e
t
a
w
slides
and glides
and never
spreads
Death
d
e
a
t
h
just ends
and ends
but kind of is
a memory
and a legacy
and a hope
and a light
and a chance for the future
and a chance for the fight
and a tool for the man
and a tool for the bright
yet a block for the screwed
yet a block for the shrewd
yet a
big step for mankind
and tiny leap for the moon
Perfection
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ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful. Makes me think of all the wonderful memories I have from Mrs. Micolino's class...
ReplyDeleteconcrete poems!!
ReplyDeleteoh the things we learn in english class
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