I am so not a poet.

Jan 11, 2005 21:25

He stands amid a sea
Alone with a ball of twine
       casting.

One, and another, and another
       and:
Hoping one may catch so he may have
       a hold,
               Again

But none will catch
And none will hold
And then he is lost;

Inspired by Whitman's A Noiseless Patient Spider with post-OoTP Remus in mind.
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