The Collective: The Porcelain Doe
Eloquently, she skid and hop
In the summer haze and mistral fog
Never let the mirth to stop
Serendipitous legs of a scallywag
Gallop out of a hungry trap
And wave along the rainbow flag
She ran with the alacrity of snow
Plummeting sveltely and gracefully
Do you escape? Do you chase? We do not know
Exuberant from an enigma that vexes me dearly
Your resilient swings seldom goes slow
And it concerns me unfathomably
In blithe, you skip, hop, amble
Forgetting about your frail rendour
That porcelains dare not trample
Or reside in gelid pieces on the floor
I am here to pick your shards too supple
But only you can find the girdling core
Skip and hop to the endless night
With peril, avert the haunts of blight
poem by Norman Santos
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