ties that bind

poems pull me

to and fro

rhymes invade

both poem and prose

everything is wrapped

in coils of code

encoded poems

and programmed prose

both heart and mind

have made me blind

to what is hot

and what is froze

in ties that bind

so surely find

scent of camphor

aroma of rose

every season

smells like spring

jetted fresh

by unfurled hose

whate’er the reason

or the thing

all that opens

comes to a close

About Brad Werner

Technical Evangelist
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