THE FLUTTERING - POETRY
Category: Writing and Poetry
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my crush
dogged like seasons
my heart-flutter
pretty cocky underneath
to pitch one's soul
outside one's self
flapping like a flag
at the mercy of the breeze
to darn the ragged edge
of all my dreams
but never quite catch up
pricking my finger (of course)
hope, the butterfly
settling in a war zone
a golden pistol
in the hand inside me
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(c) Dot Allison 2006. All rights reserved.
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