Evan LaBrant's Blog

under the anvil
June 14, 2016, 10:51 pm
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We dance around the hammer

Frolick under the anvil

Knowing that when it falls

The delicate web we’ve made

might catch it in miraculous fashion

Or the weave, unfinished 

might give way, shred

and leave the path untouched

toward bottom crashing end


And so we dance with light feet,

soft words, and soft eyes

Gently humming precious melodies,

quietly embracing hushed subtleties 

To say with care what iron clashing would shout 

To play or dare that which words would clout


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