the world is like a Japanese landscape
scruffy and pastel
softened by the snow
scratched by the scrubby trees
and stacked against the moon drop sky
January 28, 2010
Friday, May 6, 2011
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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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