Across the street, boys
smoke pot. Hugs her violin
case, waiting. School bus
is late. Again. Taps her toe.
Strange tradition, this waiting.
Thursday, March 11, 2010
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An exploration of poetry: New ways of saying old things. Old ways of saying new things. My words.
Fabulous! It leaves a picture within and it haunts! No words..!
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