Monday, December 15, 2008

POEM: To My Dearest Writing

Someday it will happen;
I will untangle all the knots,
And it will be you
With that abused, smirking, grimace;
Seeming like a stranger
Never showing the patina
Of the familiar;
It will be you unraveling
String & Grace,
The unwrapped.


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