A poem written each day upon waking. It's mostly unedited. I think that's the point. Promise not to laugh, or let me give up, and please, wish me luck.
Thursday, January 27, 2011
1/25/11
in preparation
I've set out several canisters
hollowed receptacles -
empty tins,
collection bins,
scattered 'cross
the hungry moss
of my back yard to wait
(in vain)
for the next love rain.
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