Morphing Verse
I try to write poems.
Monday, July 28, 2014
Self Shrine
A bookcase:
the read books
stand crookedly,
the clean pages
lie in stacks
wooden yogis
clutter with smiles
etched
as I prepare to move,
I leave this for last, but it is less
assuring now
that it stands against a vacant
wall.
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