Sunday, July 14, 2013

from THE OLD POET SAYS 



“Morning.
Poem,

black coffee,
half a conversation

with God.”

*

“How easy
is it

to keep
writing

and make
no sense?

Not so
easy

as it
looks!”

*

“Line break cracks
like the whip

tip flying
faster than

speed of sound.”



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