Accumulation August 10, 2010
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“Why, when you’re done you’ll have
three hundred and sixty five poems,”
said my friend the poet.
“That’s the idea,” I said, though
inventory had not occured to me.
Now, poems waken, irritated,
anxious to flee, flash light,
flood drear eyes.
Cherry Tones August 10, 2010
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Wine trail from kitchen to deck
tasted from fingers dripping
blood purple onto terrazo
spit cork into the sink
finding a way back to the bottle.
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