(Poem) An Ode To The Mother

Scaling
Sliding
Slithering
along and
through the moist folds
formerly another Love Canal
void of spark
full of decay
Holding
Holding
Always holding back the flames
that would ignite
the passageways 
of physical history.
A laugh,
an unexpected chortle,
into a snort...
unbelievably,
movement.
Several explosions later
Shaking
Breaking
Oh, YES!
I am Whole.
Letting go,
it lets go.



Scott Patrick Schwenk      1/1/11

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