everything — even love —
seems to have an edge
to which all
gravitate
till it’s reached — only to curve
below, under — to wither
never quite alive — & — never quite dead
Selected by Nolcha FoxImage Sumaid pal Singh Bakshi
Michael Acker
About the Author: Michael Acker lives in Vancouver, British Columbia. He has lived in various parts of the world; his early education was in German and French(Munich, Germany). Mike enjoys writing short poetry, especially with the intent of exploring the possibilities latent in a single image.
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