Words don’t take my life from me
to turn it into a story
or even into a song--
That’s wrong! So wrong! Very wrong.
May my life infuse my words
so my life’s felt and heard
in words that reveal—not hide
what is inside and outside.
Monday, March 8, 2010
Sunday, March 7, 2010
Honor Our Partners
When I stop to glance--
stalks in frozen dance
do not let me pass
until we en masse
feel choreographed.
stalks in frozen dance
do not let me pass
until we en masse
feel choreographed.
Saturday, March 6, 2010
Friday, March 5, 2010
Thursday, March 4, 2010
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Monday, March 1, 2010
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