The Curves Poem by Gerry Legister
The Curves
You have the nerve
For what the moment hurls
bend down from the ground
to rise, and look around
at the sea of foes
That God chooses.
To stand in the gap
Until a momentum overlap
With every twist in today's worlds
The enchantment unfurls
And wears the uneasy smile
Walking sublimes in every mile.
With the strenuous aching move
The curves are pulling from above.
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