Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Mar 2010
Peg, roundly topped and
bottom squared, hops out seeking
holes to reconcile.

"Soon, very soon," she posits

then passes dear Fork
forlorn on pebbled road. His
tines are liquid droops.
His heart stabs for cheating Spoon.

Opposite, Puppet
sits to tend her knotted strings.

This path is puzzling.
This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 3.0 License.
Francis Scudellari
Written by
Francis Scudellari
1.2k
   Elizabeth
Please log in to view and add comments on poems