Saturday, May 28, 2005

POEM: Peanut Shells

I shake them to the ground,
These little somethings like fractured bones,
Only to eventually toss the remnants
Of some unuttered thought,
Like peanut shells,
Onto the floor,
Many, scattered and noisy –
And after all the sweeping I have done!

M C Biegner 4/2005


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