Orange is the Colour of Word
Poetry is a sky dark with a wild-duck migration. - Carl Sandburg
Saturday, January 31, 2009
I Sometimes Claw
at a closed door.
It doesn't mean I am inside
wanting out
it doesn't mean I am outside
wanting in
It only means I am clawing
to be somewhere
on common ground.
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