Look at those fine curves

Amy Gantt

Look at those fine curves swerving in and out

Smooth and slow they flow to the very top

Then in opposite the twists reach the snout

Possessing the like of a leper's lop

Still, there is deep beauty seen in the bare.

When recognition fails and charm's not found;

rough coat--soft within--many unaware,

rare grace is made known to the lucky ground

Some pass and stare and do not hesitate

to walk by at a rushed steady pace

Their destination is what they overrate

To step on nature's gift--"SNAP"--brings disgrace

If only all men could end the footrace

and heed the loveliness of a lone stick

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