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18 November 2014

no knowing why

I was playing on my fridge tonight.
I wrote this for you.
No knowing why.



 [Text:
mysterious sand dimension
escaping
her frontier
no knowing why

she would eye space
like a nova come newly
here is the lost
like a deep star past]

2 comments:

  1. I have 3 magnetic poetry kits on my fridge, none of which are standard or generic or particularly poetic. The first came from Best Buy and features geeky words about technology, the second came from my mom and is a Yiddish set, and the third came from USAA and is all about loyalty and duty and honor and military stuff. Our magnetic fridge poetry is particularly strange.

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  2. What a wonderful way to express that we ought to create art and love with what we have.

    When I read the title, I thought it was a typo. Then I smiled, and thought, So brilliant, my dear Bones. Yes, we can do so much with what we have... ♥

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