Tuesday, May 5, 2015

Broken Spoke by Mary Ruefle

Broken Spoke

You grow old.
You love everybody.
You forgive everyone.
You think: we are all leaves
dragged along by the wind.
Then comes a splendid spotted
yellow one—ah, distinction!
And in that moment
you are dragged under.

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