We held this potential contradiction
and we held each other
and the magnolias
peaked at us
through the moonlight
outside the window.
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Friday, 17 April 2009
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About Me
- Liz Fairchild
- I write a poem to forget that my story is half-told and will always be half-told until I die and it is not told at all. All poets wish to be prophets, foretelling moments of non-existence, sculpting the half-story into a satisfying lump,"To have squeezed the universe into a ball To roll it toward some overwhelming question..."
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