An Octave Below

Poetry 1 Minute 
An Octave Below

Blessed' are those
who live near the sea,

and hear the tiger's complaint
roll deep in his throat—

a sound
the rest of us
can only

imagine

as an impatient Ferrari 

passing by.

. . . j

Published by bothellboy

i love words. it's as simple as that. . . j

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