(Poem #271 on new numbering scheme)
A jar was falling: with a clank it plunged and hit the floor. I dodged it with a quick side step: unbroken... still I swore.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
(Poem #271 on new numbering scheme)
A jar was falling: with a clank it plunged and hit the floor. I dodged it with a quick side step: unbroken... still I swore.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.