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Laura Theobald [Part Two]

Sunday, April 08, 2012


CLUTCH

we drove to a space

a long clearing
where the towers
could be seen
busily
all-reaching
up
in white glory

across in gloom
ready.

that was all.

traffic slowed mightily
in the wake.
for a moment
all
together
held.

for a moment
so ready
to be crushed.




Laura Theobald is a recent graduate in literature and creative writing from the University of Tampa. She currently works various jobs and lives in Atlanta. Her works have appeared on plain china, Glass Mountain, Quilt, movingpoems.com, and most recently in a collaborative piece titled "these sentences are not a poem" in Typo Magazine.

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