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My # 1 for National Poetry Month 2015
I hung
in a room
on spit colored
string,
curled ribbon tangled,
a posture
remembered
from dreams tucked away
in thoughts long since cobwebbed.
Position assumed,
within the frail remnant of time,
i grasped for meaning, a semblance
of rational thought
in a sea of images,
my net empty.
copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2015