Expectation Six

by Peter Notehelfer
Elizabeth Chapman melzabethchapman

Elizabeth Chapman  melzabethchapman.blogspot.com

 

Stretched out there

on time’s high wire

he hangs suspended

by all the expectations

hangs stretched taut till

the very sinews yield bone

& on the pale white skin

dark blood-drops dry

before they can fall

so parched the day

he stretches there

 

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