Feb. 25 am
Soon I'll shed this red
carapace. A minor star
(Festiva), burned out.
Feb. 25 pm
Story lifts like mist,
a straitjacket unwefted.
Empty sky reclaims.
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
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Fifty miles. Seventeen syllables. No power steering.
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