A Few (Green) Figs From Thistles
Saturday, July 13, 2013
Circles
Every day I circle
on spindles
on wheels
in my mind.
there is always a thread
waiting to be
created
sometimes they spiral
outward, expanding
sometimes they return
closed
2 comments:
teabird
said...
excellent.
July 14, 2013 at 5:07 PM
Devin
said...
First poem in years, writing used to be like breathing for me.
July 15, 2013 at 3:19 AM
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2 comments:
excellent.
First poem in years, writing used to be like breathing for me.
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