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Sandi Blakemore-Baig
The
Fall
With a clinician's sterile tone and motion,
a part of my mind reaches over and
taps me on the shoulder, wanting to draw
my attention to the facts on the table.
I am the color of a leathered orange.
I am an old leaf on an elderly tree
getting ready to drop to the ground.
Crumpling up, getting ready to burn.
round I, poem 6, 28 October 2005 |
| Sandi Blakemore-Baig has been
published online and in print. Her work can be found in,
Plum Ruby Review, Poems Niederngasse, Amaze: The Cinquain Journal,
Scorched Earth, Spirits, Lactuca, The Pub, The AU Review, and many
other literary magazines and journals. email: Sandi
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