Verbs

      These blank verses we fill

With cranes, though they could be

Herons.  No verbs, because we stare

Dully at the fire, into the river,

Sitting. It is a poetry of inaction.

There are dog people, there are

Cat people, and even the occasional

Bird.

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About Ray Sharp

Father, poet, triathlete, local public health planner
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