Clutch Bag
The clasp clasps
The clutch clutches
Grasped, in spite of herself,
She moves forward. The drive, rusty,
Clutched, bagged, clasped, grasped.
The vessel, fertile?
Fertility,
vesselised?
The altercation altercates
The sport sporting
Withering,
in spite of the ultimate prize.
A white leather shoe with a matching bag.
She runs a mile and clutch!
No touch down.
No clutch bag.
The clock ticks
The game, nearly over
Hydration, elasticity: dwindling.
Time bares her no ill will.
They run a mile and clutch.
The touch down.
The clutched bag.
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