a poem every day (or something close to that)
Thursday, June 10, 2010
I'm
a little late
won't just fold over in the wind
last week is last in line
the engine takes life
itched by a jagged finger
hope shakes off it's dewy late-morning dreams
catches the bus
just in time.
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