July 17, 2016 by Rosemerry
all day a song
insists on itself
like a lover who tugs and flirts
at the hem of a dress—
I let it have its way
Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged music, poem, poetry | 1 Comment
I know the “it” in the last line refers to the song, but such a leap after the simile to remember that, to scurry back up the hem of the poem and remember the referent.
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