Tuesday, April 29, 2014

A deeper meaning


Two cups of coffee and I can recall
no more of last night’s dreams than how
these lines came on my face.

But there was an old well on our place,
and if I could count the times I dropped farm bits
down its throat, I imagine it would just about
amount to the same thing.

Which is to say I love them all,
even if they should leave no trace,
and this writing fall and me
disgrace.



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