Poems and Poetry

Thirteenth Spoke | A Poem by Paul Tristram

It was slight
like a feather tip
cutting into
consciousness,
barely visible
like the thirteenth spoke
of a back wheel.
Like a wind chime
augmenting
the shallow currents
of the approaching gale
we all
anticipate
yet turn our
backs upon.

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