Sunday, March 12, 2006

Fiddling
with the
keys on
the dark
porch I
managed
to lose
the poem
that had
found me
halfway
through my
walk home.

2 comments:

Jilly said...

:)

ozymandiaz said...

Argh! Now there is a sentiment that I am familiar with. Often the words come like clouds, swirling about my head. The next thing I know I look up to clear skies...