after writing a while
talked to my wife
was sitting when i pointed
and meant to say ceiling
instead i said sky
of course i know why
a simple reason
like thistles and rabbits
thrive with old habits
it’s most likely, you see,
working with poetry
does that to me
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
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Oh, this is lovely! Such a true and nice sentiment.
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