TWILIGHT
More than anything else
life seems to be
a way of gradually forgetting
what the question was,
then sitting down
at the table
to eat what's left of dinner.
Thursday, August 19, 2010
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Poems by Dean Faulwell, occasional ruminations about poetry. Whatever else happens in. Contact: bigdean321@yahoo.com
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