Sooth say
A heavy stone skimming across a mill-pond. The sound of half a duck quacking.
Sunday, June 15, 2008
He owns the future
He owns the future
Into which I walk
Motes of dust
Caught by a highbeam?
No
A butterfly cupped
In warm hands.
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