Tuesday, August 17, 2010

In Thought

take my poems

and seal it with

bound or spirals,

dedicate it to the

dear one who inspired

me.



read it, and in my voice

picture the

drive in which

my hand recorded

for I cannot write

and feel at any time

in daylight



I need sunlight and birds,

dark room and fan

my heart and my interests.

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