Sooth say
A heavy stone skimming across a mill-pond. The sound of half a duck quacking.
Friday, September 29, 2006
A poet relaxed on an urban hill,
Glass beneath him echoing
The dazzling lights above.
Stringing syllables together
In the noon-day sun.
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