Wednesday, May 25, 2005

Fitz#1 - Strand Six!

For the poet weaves, pass the pain and push the chance

Fast trap the words in nets shot with starlight
Whose fabric we’ll cut into slices of white night

A star for each soreness, a star for each stricture
We’ll bind up all wounds with a starcrusted picture
For tonight all the poets will dance


(Edwina Peterson Cross)

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