Monday, November 13, 2006

poem revisited: a finished product


thumbs

living angles
like Sign, your words
measured-fifty
forward and aging-
an entire language in your hands,
more comfortable
then the eyes.


my best work seems to come out almost entirely done...i looked at what i was working on last time, talked to a couple writers i know, and through discussion realized that this small piece needed not to be added to but trimmed down a little...

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