Dave Bonta in epigrams and conundrums, meadow January 14, 2017 17 Words

In penmanship class,

A blurry, twisted wild grape tendril in the foreground, with the snowy meadow full of straight stalks in the background.

time itself was looped, recursive, as my vision blurred and fingers cramped around the cursèd pen.

2 thoughts on “In penmanship class,”

mary mccloskey says:

January 14, 2017 at 11:44 am

terrific! I love this.

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1. Dave Bonta says:
  
  January 15, 2017 at 3:18 pm
  
  Thanks!
  
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