a poem every day (or something close to that)
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Empty Wednesday
A sharper version of sinking
floats through the ashy summer streets
small meals in small hours
wrapped carefully in tin foil
it wasn't exactly effective, but
bookish thoughts made their best efforts
still,
no reception.
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