Modulus of Elasticity

The stuff that midnight dreams are made of. *

Brought into wet, chilling focus the heavenly bamboo bush at our back door.

Good line to anchor the piece, Gary -

"Inch by imperceptible inch"

And especially like the open-ended closing here. Limits, stretching, never found.

I also especially like the ending. Each time I reread this I find myself imagining more and more. *

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A tiny poem, but it packs a punch. Wonderful imagery that brings back memories of my youth.
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Math makes me dizzy, but this is good.

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I do so love clean, short pieces like this one. Bravo! *

Nice...a song of recovery.

i know i don't say this enough to you, but i love the brevity and the clear images in your work, Gary; the worst thing for me is to read contemporary poetry that obfuscates meaning with style and what seems like random computer-generated sentences

I like the music in this, detected by reading it aloud.*

Thanks to all who read and commented. I am grateful.

Strong opening, Gary *

Thank you, Foster.

Yes *

thank you, Christian.

wow. Elastic limits never reached, might be my favorite line ever. *

thanks, Bud!