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Saturday, December 13, 2008

Poem

Conjugating


If energy is matter
can I call it to me?
A little attention is
what matters, see--

The phone rings
the same
whether it's a cold call
or if it's

She,

who dances on the edge
of my dreams

Stuck in the

present, tense

looking into the night's
murky sea
this moment my cage
from which I want
to be freed

Future, perfect--

my mind spins
propelled by what
might be

It's haiku time again in creative writing class

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