The White Cord
Give me the white cord that ties and binds.
No red. No lust.
White takes longer to make and stronger it is.
I want to help you
I’m not in it for me.
We’ll yes I am.
To go with you physically, then to remind me what I can do – what was given to me.
Keep me running.
Drag me along with the white tether chord we’ve made.
About the author
I live with my wife, an artist, in Indianapolis. Besides poetry, I like to take photographs, read books, travel overseas, and listen to news/political podcasts, college lectures and classic literature. You can read about my approach to poetry on my poetics page. To stay in touch, follow me on Twitter or connect on a variety of other social networks.
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