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Tuesday, July 1, 2008

40 W - 401 N

when i was driving
the sky was so wide
i felt like a child
being tucked into bed.

royal purple and gray
like feathers in down.
i felt smaller than the breaths
that i could hear from my mouth.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

this is such a tender little poem
like a feather.

July 2, 2008 at 9:39 PM

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