from 02
abracadabra, a poem
sits, like a toad, blinking
silent, on the back of my tongue
nubby warts hidden from the light.
a poem, afraid
of what it might say, knowing
the old words
" abraq ad habra"
"i will create as i speak."
and so, it choose
silence and
status quo.
Saturday, April 21, 2007
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Hi Sherry cakes!
And a Happy Earth Day to you.
hi q, happy earth day to you as well.
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