Down Write Wrong
a poem every day in March
Friday, March 25, 2011
steam
radiant alone
or so i hope
amidst the puttering and worry
i submerge in liquid crystalline
a timeless ticking
lifting me into a reverie
yawning in the eye of the storm
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