Monday, December 6, 2010

How do you bid bye-bye to a poetry series?

Thanks.
Endings begin something. Like a door. Window. Splayed book.
Write.



To celebrate the last poem, slice a persimmon or two.
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  1. SusanDecember 6, 2010 at 10:49 AM

    again

    I try hard to resist
    the way the
    rock fits my hand

    the swarm of the ocean

    in the cold, cold air

    but there is her silk
    and a saved seat

    in the warm, warm air

    resistance is still
    no
    where

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