Feb. 20 am
Amidst shook buildings
a spring now wells where the earth
dived low in heartbeat.
Feb. 20 pm
Marble sung to the
stillest feather. To hear her
I would petrify.
Thursday, February 21, 2008
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Fifty miles. Seventeen syllables. No power steering.
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