taxi ashes on a dismal yellow corner,
a puddle's brown reek doubles back
the buried stares of diverse stories:
from the checkered mirror a curbside splash,
baptismal cabfare on dawn's throaty hack.
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
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This is wonderful. You should send this somewhere, Gerry.
ReplyDeletethis is lovely.
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