"Poems are forever floating through my mind and if I don't catch them pin them to the page they are gone forever and what good is that?"
~ My journal (age 14)

Tuesday, June 7, 2011

Out the window

Porcelain dinner plate sun
more moon than star
extinguished by the miasma
of an indecisive summer day
neither rain nor shine
just a cold white ceramic disk

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