Monday, March 26, 2007

Not Quite Dry

Not Quite Dry

The sun wobbles in a puddle
Close to the curb outside
Jumping in slivers on the wall
Next to my door I stand
I am not inside just now
Curving my neck to the sky
As many clouds go by and one
Near the sun and the puddle,
When I look back down, is only water
Shallow on a bed of street soot

JM

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