Everyday poetry, poetry for every day. Insights. Epiphanies. The full measure. The last word. The only things left to say.
This morningthe throngpushed itsway intothe train.What elseis new?
Just my frameof mind.
Being an oceaninstead of a wallallows meto breathe.
There are no placesI can beshoved intoif I simplystep asideor wait.
(Oct. 8, 2009)
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