I come back to dark wood
to the books
and the occasional yield of stray words
returning to the point
that has moved but little
in inches, in words, in states of mind
in the days that are out of time.
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Tuesday, July 5, 2011
Returning
I come back to dark wood
to the books
and the occasional yield of stray words
returning to the point
that has moved but little
in inches, in words, in states of mind
in the days that are out of time.
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I sit here at a dark wood table, preparing to write, thinking of these words you've written.
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