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tightrope the desk edge

"Loud carrots make fine enemies"
Jane said over the padded wall between us
Creeping 8 inches from her wooden shackles
She paused to catch her breath
Steam drifting past her nose
the ringing hammers of construction
make their presence known
Ears wincing, I reply
"Loud carrots make fine vegetables, too."
With a ponderous verbal touch she stroked
a beard that wasn't there
"Yep."


Erin Duehring

This poem appears in the Poetry Journal
Premiere Generation Ink. Volume 2 Number 1


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