Thursday, May 31, 2012


After trying to write a poem all morning and failing, one appeared out of nowhere this evening as I was taking a nap. Who knows! But I kind of like it :)

Outside my room I hear the clod
of dad's heavy boots
and from the street the soft
shuuUUuuushing of the cars
and the clomping and the shiiishing
and the white noise of my brain
is an orchestra that's tuning
it's the prelude to my dreams.


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