Friday, October 28, 2011

Concrete. By nature is poetry concrete?

Every bit as much as stillness.



As in the stillness just before the first bite of the anticipated meal.
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  1. SusanNovember 7, 2011 at 1:28 PM

    replay the record once again
    I want to hear that laugh
    and take the cover off
    I want to see it bend
    and then when all is played and done
    make me a pie and cider grog
    I Persian dreamt of riddles fair
    and slammed the golden hog

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