Why Is A Raven Like A Writing Desk?
Poems, songs, thoughts, gorillas, etc....beware of flying bananas. You have been warned.
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
a Tanka style poem
spitting, the tide swells.
white caps slap the writhing wind.
beneath, a gentle
flow soothes flourishing color.
breaking. breathing. born again.
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