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Thrilling Ribbons
Friday, April 3, 2009
Nocturne III
Blue hour, evening water.
The rough outline becomes
invisible but to the finger-
tip
it speaks.
The way vowels feel
their way through a motion
into the mouth.
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I am a poet and an aspiring painter. All of the poems here, unless otherwise indicated, are written by me.
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