NOTHING ELSE
My idea of what
time it is ticks
the hours away
as I listen to the
universe rehearse
its reason for being.
Nothing
else happens
outside the circle
I've drawn around myself
to shoo the crows away.
The moon makes
its unlikely face, then
erases it out of habit.
Sunday, December 26, 2010
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