a poem every day (or something close to that)
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
groups of 2
Even after picking out the sour spots
the free bread was delicious.
The old smiles instantly became congruent
we laughed together and dug for costumes in the dusty closet corners.
Under all that sunshine
October has become roasted and ridiculous.
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