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Saturday, December 08, 2007

Peripheral Poetry

Out the side, the edge of my vision
so are many of the sources of my poetry
the images out my window
hurtling by for an instant, maybe
seeing them, clearly, etched
knowing now how
seeing the texture, the purpose,
purity, crystallized moments
images frozen in my words

December 7, 2007

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