A heavy stone skimming across a mill-pond.
The sound of half a duck quacking.
Friday, April 24, 2009
I Had a Haircut Today. It is Slightly Gimp. (Or I look like a nerdy squirrell)
Having a haircut And some solitude to think Staring at the mirror Watching myself blink Is one eye slightly higher? Am I far away from home? As my hair gets shorter The silent questions come
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