abstract by dougall
you threw me
you threw me
for a curve, something
that tasted
subtle, yet complex
an autumn day
framed by clusters
of fiery constellations
planets aligned, then
pierced
like argyle
with no signs
of prearranged patterns
like westminster
with every hint
of the sparkling thames
.
Yi-Ching Lin
Posted over on her site Yi's Bits on "Healthy Doses"
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