Painting by Trisha Orr
That single line, a rope
The poem tossed out
Into the dark.
You're at one end,
The beloved at the other.
Rescue is imminent.
Though it's too soon to say whose.
Gregory Orr
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That's freaking awesome, a poem tossed out in the dark -- love it.
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