I should have said, “How right you are” –
As I biked across the moving car.
The driver shouted, “Smart move, Dude.”
But instead, I motioned clear but crude.
Sunday, August 2, 2009
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Starting in the summer of 2008, these poems are the expression of ideas, images, feelings and words rattling about in my head.
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