Sooth say
A heavy stone skimming across a mill-pond. The sound of half a duck quacking.
Monday, March 14, 2005
Travel Scrabble
In the fire of a New York sunrise
And the hoofbeats in the night
Will be fleeing from the sight
Of your beneficent expression
Never trust the shadows
That only you can see
Before beginning
The task is over.
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