Quiet
but not silent.
Birds sing.
Tires spray.
Drops bounce up
from
leaves grass windows.
Waterfall dwelling,
this morning
this moment.
The rain brings itself to me.
Tuesday, August 15, 2006
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These are some of my poems in progress.
These poems are not finished. I've never finished a poem.
I keep moving the words around.