Found Poetry 717

8/15/21

we live on the edge of now
it is long and sharp, falling
we cannot get in front of it

our skin like the sail on a boat
on a never ending river
of vinegar, so much

put a note in a bottle
and throw it far away
that felt good, right?

This poem was created from Grimms' Fairy Tales by the Brothers Grimm. Click here to get Grimms' Fairy Tales.

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