Night eyes with batted lids
carelessly flick recognition
ashlike, and then away
It's not time yet
not yet, even though
chill drifts across dry leaves
The muse has gone
to the drugstore
complaining of an ache
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
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2 comments:
- but the symptoms are a joy to read :)
thank you
thank you, floots
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