Saturday, December 31, 2011

THREE from
THE OLD POET SAYS

"Even
in high wind
you cannot

outrun
the sound of
your own

whining."

*

"We would.
We could.

We will
We shall.

Words make
promises

we can-
not keep."

*

"Like birds, our words,
dropping from the sky,

pecking at gravel."


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