New Day
Friday, September 19, 2008
Bob's Bird
Chasing The Bird
The sun sets unevenly and the people
go to bed.
The night has a thousand eyes.
The clouds are low, overhead.
Every night it is a little bit
more difficult, a little
harder. My mind
to me a mangle is.
- Robert Creeley
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