writing this
poetry in the sand
of my screen,
imagining things
some real, or close,
or unseen, gives
me reason to put
more on paper, to
fill out the blanks
of what i perceive
as clues to the puzzle
of this life, with
the intent of getting
home. in the end,
it's all about getting
home, wherever
that might be.
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
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