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Metaphor

by Allan Peterson

I do not like the step ladder
Not for the frightening heights
but sorrow has a heat that rises
and each rung echoes the stifling
silent strata of lost lives
Below sorrow it is so cold
and distant it might be Michigan
where for three months it hurts to talk

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2 Responses to “Metaphor”

  1. ” .. Below sorrow it is so cold
    and distant it might be Michigan
    where for three months it hurts to talk …”

    As a native of Detroit, I agree. As a lover of language, I applaud.

  2. Allan Peterson says:

    Wonderful comment, Michael. Thank you. – Allan

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