03 November 2005


Breathless Tales
Janet Chester-Bly

I would rather wait my turn in party clothes,

prim and proper,
safe and clean.
But a pulsing hand keeps
driving me over
peaks,
ravines and spidered brambles …

so that one day I will pant up to the

pearled gates,
tattered,

breathless,

and full of tales.

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