Ginseng MacKay-Tisbert

                                                                                    The Abortion

            It was spring; the snow was melting into rivers that seemed to Cha Cha hypnotic down the cliffs, and dance across the road. The asphalt was glistening, as I rode

So...I'm not sure what I think of this but I'm interested in any criticism people may have 

I know it's arrogant to say it, but I went back to reread this poem and I thought it was very beautiful. Even if no else ever liked it, it's the sort of thing I could hold privatley, like a picture. And that's really my aim in writing poems, to capture some moment like that. I want to see if any of you agree with me. So, again, feel free to burst my bubble and smack my arrogant self. ;)

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