Sunday, July 19, 2009

POEM: If I Quit My Writing

What will save me?
What will I do if my art is my living?
Where will I go for fresh water,
For some relief, for the places to hide,
And for the places to engage in all things,
Far from and near to me,
What will never be understood about me?

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