Corners
By Richard L. Provencher
Fri, 24 Aug 2012
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Like a razor slit
claws scratch
daughter running away with
a loser
and the trap closes
ever so slowly
firmly.
We rise above the occasion
ankle deep
in the turmoil
always alert for the fall
and it does come.
Square rooms are
good for hiding the evidence
while corners expose---
somehow we escape to live
one more day.
© Richard L. Provencher
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