Rebbitzin's Tattoo
poems by Franci Levine-Grater
Friday, January 27, 2012
what is never framed
cannot beautify, but sits instead
unloved in a pile
under the Nile, the silt
flows under the boats though
no one notices
smiles from beyond surround us
so sign up for more
and be satisfied
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