The whole idea, the whole project
was a concept in the making,
surpassing tense to see the world
as it seems from one minute location
shooting blaze and rage in all direction;
stopping to scoop the earth
among the desperate faces yellowed
with damnation petals and withered hearts.
Sunday, June 5, 2011
Poem-A-Day: Day 570
Cycle 4
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Drop a line, a quip, a snippet, your pants, or an anecdote...just don't drop the soap.