Monday, January 12, 2015

2.1350 : 1/12/09 : No Turn Unstoned

There was a time
we would enter
no turn unstoned
the dullness of the
edge on that rough
rock we honed
but things are
different now in
so many ways
and still and still
I write and write
this book of days
And I’ll take this
turn unclouded
and unmarked
with the slightest nod
to the old days
back to which it harked


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