A Bow Poem by Hazel Connelly

A Bow



It was just a bow
A blue patent bow
Disengaged its self
from her shoe
Disappearing into
The dark dank sewer
I yanked at the
other bow
There they match now
Kept it twenty years
In a box
With all sorts
of paraphernalia
Memories..


©Hazel

Saturday, January 9, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: memories
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