At night
The end of
The footbridge
Is jagged
And dark
Where squirrels
chew the wood
Into spears
Their rough
Edges ominous,
Pinching black
holes where wood
should be.
–Stacey
Pinching Black Holes
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At night
The end of
The footbridge
Is jagged
And dark
Where squirrels
chew the wood
Into spears
Their rough
Edges ominous,
Pinching black
holes where wood
should be.
–Stacey
