Light morning mist connects a stand of leaves over trees
Except for the dead one centered in negative space
Like a black hole accreting layers of life
Just outside the event horizon daring you
To risk spaghettification
Frozen in time beyond
The point of no return
Sucked into
Geosynchronous orbit
With that woman
You’re not sure
You still know.
.
And yet, the house
Still shines in the sun
With the copper-colored roof
The trimmed bushes and tidy lawn
And the cutesy painted boards claiming hope and family.
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A free verse poem has no set pattern for line or stanza length. Rhyme is not used, or it is used sparingly. The line length and the rhythm or the lines are dictated by the natural rhythm of speech or other concerns such as emphasis on a particular word, image, or idea.
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