Les Poemes, la Bohemenemity
Little tiny thoughts, distilled into prettier forms.
Thursday, March 25, 2010
spring, slowly
the rain falls, lacking relent -
fat coiled ropes of silver -
toes stiffen in the cold seep -
i curl hands into thin pockets.
the trees drain today; i glance out the window
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