Snap to attention
my wayward purpose
lost to tangled message
the tune is faint
fire, fire
to stoke or stamp
action falters
my soul is wanting.
Friday, May 4, 2012
Thursday, February 23, 2012
Hookey
she smells like sea spray
on a hookey afternoon
sand and soda, sea gull screeching
all the learning
we teach ourselves.
on a hookey afternoon
sand and soda, sea gull screeching
all the learning
we teach ourselves.
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