In the desert dry washes
when water flows and soaks
underground...
Grasses, brush and cattails
revive with unique splendor
above ground...
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Letters
Give me an I...
Prose was once play
putty on my fingers
molded thought clay...
In some mad game
now I scrabble for letters
to words that once came...
Verse however does flow
posing as poetry
however in reality I know...
I need full sentences
complete paragraphs
to reflect musing behind my lenses.
10/26/12
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