Invention
my name is
invention
not for naught
relax
lift me
high
a
soldier’s shield
a well-worn
patina
get in
close
its
time
© 2014, J.H.
This entry was posted on January 30, 2014 by Moonbeam. It was filed under Uncategorized and was tagged with action, invention, patina, poem, poetry, soldier, time, try, trying.
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