Reminiscences, intimations, apologia and other garbled sounds from a man at rest.
Sunday, March 01, 2009
Pastorale
The fog draped on
Mildew, mushroomed
In a field of wax
I lost foothold
Slipping and
Grasping straws
The wind denied my hands
Lost in a field
Of waxen mildew
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