Enjambments bred trouble for her.

Whether she drove by an Audi

Or by her own faculties;

Whether she launched furtively

Or like a beauty queen,

She slipped off,

Saw a kidnapping attempt,

Broke her knee,

Broke her toe,

Tore her ligament,

Tore her shoe,

Scratched her Audi and

Made sandhouses on her soul.

Enjambments bred trouble for her,

Made turns and u-turns mandatory,

Turned territory of spirituality into driveway of poetry.


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