The Web Poetry Corner - Dina Dinsmoor - Dash to the Finish
Dash to the Finish
by
Dina Dinsmoor
Psychic
the first word
I turn to
I turned to read
a hand given to me
an offer to plead
coptic "copout"
am I in need?
my eyes fell on words
horizontally
no tropical plants
mellifluous words
march we go onward
solidarity
sally the youth
the wage earner near
practice your longhand
the battle is near
water lemons
ripen
so quickly this spring
the paupers
are lunatics
to them
flowers bring