Water drowns the tree
toppled by last night’s cold wind.
Fish swim among leaves.
Who will set the tree up straight
back on its river bank perch?
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
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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.
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