Frances LeMoine

Something New & Her Metaphor, poems by Frances LeMoine

This is new.
Like the first time
lightning
struck her toe.

Like the first time
she rescued someone
from a searing ocean.

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Cream of Consciousness Soup, poem by Frances LeMoine

cherry bombs, your approaching sneakers.
High Mass, your retreating shoes.

she jumped off the roof.
twice.
no bruise, no scratch
the taste of dirt.

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