dancing with zelda bijou
Monday, July 23, 2007
slice of mandolin
strum thing- bent over a pie and a song
sometimes a poem is just a poem
other times, a word a besplintered, forlorn-
wooden spoon for a good while, sit and smile
all leavened and leveled and ready to file.
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