Fibonacci poems

by Donna Gagnon


On the Front Lines

friend
foe
afraid
embarrassed
to yield or assert
time stops, we stare each other down

Love

bee
buzz
honey
dripping warm
lit by golden sun
awaiting tongue and taste to live

  Chocolate

dark
sweet
candy
thrilling taste
nicer than honey
more powerful than night-time touch

Copyright © 2006 by Donna Gagnon

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