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the morning mail,
a quick succession
of torn envelopes
and falling postal codes,
so much geography
on my kitchen floor
posted by name of the rose at 10:52 p.m.
soak the edge
The inside of thought is where everything teems and stirs with a thousand cracks is where the water meets the shore like threads pulled taut that soak the edge
2 Comments:
Oh, is that a german stamp I see. is he tall and blond?
tee hee,
another gem from you!
the symphonic poetry carnival is up at Glitter Lane. Hope you come enjoy the fugue.
G
Beautiful... geography on my kitchen floor... Hmmm.
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