a poem every day (or something close to that)
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Mono-syllabic experiment..
A man drops rain words down the mouth of bus ride:
“The sun is not as bright as the snow,
and as the high lakes flow forth from the sharp blue dusk,
green makes much of the night.”
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