great salt cities
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
in the midst of all the hustle
a faint whisper at night
echoes through the dark and winter.
1 comment:
Anonymous said...
mmm! lots of dry, scratchy words in this poem: hustle, whisper, echo. i like that.
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mmm! lots of dry, scratchy words in this poem: hustle, whisper, echo. i like that.
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