A Poem
A poem (the poet
says) is born in
the distance between
a hunter and the
animal brought to
an abrupt half in his
gun-sight. It stays
there until every
riddle is solved,
until the last bit
of light from the
last star touches
the lens of the
last telescope.
Tuesday, January 1, 2013
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