Orange is the Colour of Word
Poetry is a sky dark with a wild-duck migration. - Carl Sandburg
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Something like the Blues
thunder rolls out its familiar timpani
wind turns grass into flutes -
a train in the distance wails for rain
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