Tuesday, May 10, 2016

New Poem by Marge Merrill


He always comes back to it
the bones
gotta have good bones
length of bone
something to hang clothes on
something to rattle or jump
serious cement and steel.

Always that good bones speech
standing over my shoulder
gnarled finger pointing at the page

the bones, girl,
then the adjectives and adverbs.

                      --- Marge Merrill

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