My degenerative eyes
scan the horizon.
Troubled words
waver to and fro
like dust motes,
half-quotes,
and, lapsed Catholics.
My syntax
no longer bothers me. Every
thing
is taken in
stride.
The bills
are paid
now
with closed eyes.
`x~William-copyright 06*27*09
Saturday, June 27, 2009
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2 comments:
Simply Bravo!
Thanks, Gerry. Your comments mean a lot. :)
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