A heavy stone skimming across a mill-pond.
The sound of half a duck quacking.
Saturday, March 10, 2018
Four
I'm not very good at this,
I'm so far behind
Crumpled on my tiny bed
Like last summer's green
How can I find rest and peace
By surrendering the search?
I just want to do it right
So I'm not very good at this.
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