a poem every day (or something close to that)
Friday, September 3, 2010
Breakfast poems
Stair-step ivy is a diagonal smile on the chain-link fence
green makes its crooked saunter into the sky
where the shattered clouds refuse to gather.
Poetry is the black rattle
of a crow's hidden mouth.
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