I have decided to let this little writing go. I have been working on it for some time, and now it is time to let her stand on her own. There is often the writer who cannot let his/her work go and the piece languishes in a revision mode. I have opted today to let this one free;
Words...
In the poverty
of the poor–
those not so well-to-do;
their sparse words pour
forth
leaning (still)
towards poetry.
In this most salient form;
hapless men and women torn,
conjoin (still)
to pen the circumstance of woman and man.
The poet; harbinger
of this collective condition,
as the robin foretells spring...
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