as I round the corner
the concrete swells
and up from the ground you rise like a pop-up book
from the ruin to the rack
an organized destruction
one type of beauty for another
Thursday, October 14, 2010
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Writing poetry is like antique shopping for words: sometimes you find a treasure, and sometimes you find a dud. ;)
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