06 February 2013

Constraints of a Box

Show me your fist
as if I didn’t know
you could hold it.

I never feel the blow
in my memory.
I’m too far out to row

through the possibilities.
Look at this beautiful
mess, the frailty

of your dutiful
voice: a perfect mess
you yell and yell.

©Samantha Kolber 2013

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

reminds one of the work of the poet laureate of rossendale himself, fran byrne.