Monday, July 17, 2006

If It Were Paper

Don't read this poem!
Wrestle with it, make love to it
swallow it whole, sing it out loud
tear it up and roll in the pieces.
Use it to dry a tear, light a fire
shim up a shaky table leg
sky-write it at the county fair.
It's yours, It's mine. It's no-one's
--except God.

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