A Man

This is what I have made-

 

a man of gypsum

poised to flake in the merest breeze

to melt in a timid shower

 

a man on a vine

rounded and tender to the eye

still not ripe under skin

 

a man within

hand made swaddle

the cold without

 

a sure fire schema

to translate the world

into palatable strings

 

This is what I have made

I could not have done it without you.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Emily B]

oh, wow . . .

that final little thrust spoke volumes

this is excellent work. I'm glad I stopped by it.