(Ed note–We are pleased to publish a second work by Diane –We feel that it will be welcomed by the readers–LA)
Dominos pretend
a horizontal staircase
bridging the beneath
until the crosser
rocks the boat
and falls.
Dominos ripple
left and right
while the middle
calmly acts normal
in the disguise of,
“Not me!”
Diane Webster
Saragun Springs 
Not me-the cry for help.
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Diane
Talk about being secure in environment! A wonderful little symbol of life, and cause and effect.
Leila
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Great image, so visual you can hear them clicking down. And the middle knows its coming.
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Diane
This poem can truly be called Dickinsonian in the Emily D. sort of way, and that is one of the highest compliments for modern poetry I can think of. It invents a tiny universe that is actually huge, and it reinvents the language for its own purposes within the poem. The brevity in this piece is a FULL and complete brevity, which is always cause for celebration.
And perhaps most important of all, the vision in this poem is original, not a simplistic regurgitation of material torn out of the mass media.
Great work.
Dale
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