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(limits of ambition) (Free verse) by richa the clock moves past eleven and none
- the last silver hour
of water ticks on.
the seagulls have fattened with fish,
the sea-wall shadows
have feigned and failed
to outgrow their columns,
and this boy has grown
so tall as the gravestone of his grandfather,
we hope no further.
Up the ladder:
After seven days in the sun
Down the ladder:
Inner-city parish
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Posted: September 9, 2003 7:32 AM PDT; Last modified: September 9, 2003 7:32 AM PDTWeighted score: 7.0365205 Overall Rank: 41 Comments:
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9-Sep-03/9:34 AM
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Is this a rewrite, seems like I've seen part of it before. Nice job.
Last line could be "Should this go further." Otherwise, I'll have you know. I think it's very good. As always.
Very interesting.
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