Sooth say
A heavy stone skimming across a mill-pond. The sound of half a duck quacking.
Monday, September 15, 2008
A gimpy poem that I don't really like
Sow the seeds to life
Holding still inside the light
Back and forth tonight
A heart is pacing out of sight
Behind the statue, beside the knife.
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