Monday, March 23, 2009

Another Year In the Wilderness





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Folded eye to draw the plume
Along the bedside chair unlifted
In blinded air too many fingers
Sprinkled in the unfilled room.
Reading tea, the morning paper
Delayed, crushed and drawn
The Too Soon Dreams of gifts rinsed
By weight the pieces folded down
Smiled pouring in the seaside garden
Dropped and smeared amid the
Broken birthday necklace.

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