Bound Verse

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Sextet II

untitled 1 how in a moment a thing is so familiar in the next so strange	balance balance is crucial birds with just one working wing neither fly nor swim
some comfort 2 when we were children we were free to sample whatever we found with our mouths we would lick we would suck we would savor any object that might provide comfort so much of what we do as adults is motivated by an almost involuntary desire to recapture what we felt when we first discovered our thumbs
more comfort people come to me in search of reassurance all they need is love	finger painting inside you my finger painting you're so sweet and red like the hard candy stripes on my back i love you my finger painting when you're red
winning streak what a winning streak we the living daily extend at death's expense

© 1998, 2003 by D.W. Bohn

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1 This poem also appears in The Realm of Philosophy's Haiku Gallery

2 This poem was published in the July 1999 issue of Niederngasse, The Journal of Winning Poetry

D.W. Bohn's work also appears on the Fabrications site.