Sunday, July 18, 2010

Can you pinpoint the moment in a poem when you said, "I'll go with the poet?"

You may not understand, but you’re confident she does. Ready for a journey, you follow. Certainty and surprise.



Great bed-sisters for a meal. Color, taste, texture. Done with a deft hand or slight of.
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  1. SusanJuly 19, 2010 at 10:38 AM

    SLEIGH BELLS

    just don't stop sez the merchant in the middle of the tent
    all of the others can't add up to a sullen ditched road sign at the end of the ride
    okay okay okay I hear what you are saying
    not so sure the history of the family has
    a lot to do with fingerprinting
    fight on fight on in the mercenary canteen
    if after all of this you fail to win her heart
    get on the big rosy blanket and ride as fast as you can to the uppermost region of the freezing terrain and then ask why you have not taken
    all precaustions, all the ham you can eat

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