Mar. 3 am
Palm fronds dust concrete.
Riots of pollen dust up.
Through traffic merge left.
Mar. 3 pm
Daffodil rascals
unspring me to Jesus. A
harp in the gut, strummed.
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
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Fifty miles. Seventeen syllables. No power steering.
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