August 26, 2016Bioman, Flash, Poem, Poet, Poetry, The Daily Writ, Uncategorized Leave a comment If If is such a fulcrum-word Like lost and found And up and down It balances meanings upon its back And so it lowers faith in its breathing. Copyright B E Saunders 2016 Share this:TwitterFacebookPrintLinkedInEmailLike this:Like Loading...