Tuesday, September 9, 2014

Muse Persuit

Beginning in black/blue dark
I craft lines like someone processed.

Poem supposed to fit on a postcard,
defies sizes design; no amount of shrinkage
can permit that piece to fit.

Single finger flies
from keyboard edge to keyboard edge
as gray dawn of morning
morphs into unexpected pastel green.


Start second stab.

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