Tuesday, October 30, 2012

Pumpkins. What kind of poem resembles a pumpkin?

The carved into allowing light or the perception of.

Words are seeds. Pumpkin or otherwise.

1 comment:

  1. climbing and then still climbing
    toward a light on another level

    the air gets thinner and more fragrant
    as the seasons change, as time drifts

    so the first sensation is one of reaching
    reaching out and touching

    touching and then reaching out again
    a cycle of indifference sheds its wheels