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Poets Corner

Gregg Heathcote

Loose living

A ripe arrow
Fruitfully falling away to ground
Life of itself plucked from the heartstring
Loosed with the infinitely seeding sound

Gather memories of moments before me scattered
Settle the dust of a gloriously darkening day
To what do I owe this strange pleasure?
Terrific force of flight at play

Arching press of hot and cold comfort
Whitherward transfix of this lightening arc
Made so sublimely small my world's rebirth
Mundanely meteoric kernel of a truly infinite spark

(© Copyright Gregg Heathcote, 20 August 2000)

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