poems written on the fly

quietly approaching

In art, d. james, literature, overweight champions, poem, poetry, writing on 29 January 2010 at 2:22 pm

there is something
and yet … and yet

a look
in the eye

something
or something
I made up

how
do you know

ten thousand
subtle seconds

and you only have
a moment to act

am I
the only one
who notices this

(D. James)

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