all unclasped
still in the depths
the color of ashes
I only know what makes
a friend
the rest from demanding
struggling
another chair drawn close,
lighting the great idea
It was the first clear
vision
Once daily, now a weekly posting of found text poems from books in my studio! Selected words on a page of text announce themselves as a poem! Hope you enjoy them! Please visit my other blog, with a daily posting each weekday, at http://www.missouribendstudio.blogspot.com
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