I'm sitting on the slant
the blue checkered ramp to the terminal
in the city I've called home for the last
almost half-decade
I find it fitting that this is the transfer zone
Tuesday, May 23, 2006
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Poetry without gesticulation.
2 comments:
Simple-- yet stirring.
The bloggers are back... Check Better Version when you get time dear.
I miss you and am thinking of you often!!!
an inbetweener for passing steamers, aeroplanes and window cleaners!
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