"Things unattempted yet in prose or rhyme." -John Milton, Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 16.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
There is a place for it
and it is an empty side
walk on an empty side
street with no cars or
foot traffic rumbling by
but no hay bails either
just a couple of drops
of water falling from a
now grey sky
concrete and glass
seem so cold but why are
we so at home in them
and why are we not awake
yet?
-JM 2010
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