February 13, 2012

poem 45 of a poem a day for 2012

study in read

afternoon in 
sketched lean
outside another 
prattle glean
old glass,tears past
the tidal pool
the wind
seems the only
I can trust
in the carves
of the rust here
gardens of where
a simple seeded
thoughtful view
wears through
what I bleed
the day
with you

EJR (c)

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