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new old kid on the blog, with an occasional old or new poem written off the old writer's block
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Thursday, March 21, 2013
Comin' Thro' the Rye
Sing a song of no
Nonsense, laddies—
Here comes smoking white-
Bearded old man,
Sickle on right
Shoulder, waving
No bloody left hand.
Tuesday, March 19, 2013
Not So Slight After All
Now full-blown and back to stay before you
Know it, that self-flattering backhanded gesture
Behind what you took as just
A passing complement.
Sunday, March 17, 2013
Gossamer Rain
Wait—
These almost invisible
Filaments of liquid
Light, so finespun
You see only while
The sun spins away.
Friday, March 15, 2013
The Perfect Poem (After Heraclitus)
Mortal,
It went the way it came, thusly
Nothing shall be created
The same.
Wednesday, March 13, 2013
Twilight, Hombre
See?
You left town before sundown,
But it ain’t dawned on you yet.
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