i will try to write 100 poems in 100 days. even if they're all chamber potty. then i'll write one when i feel like it.

Thursday, June 3, 2010

i'm writing this in

a quiet house as
she flies over
halifax.  nova
scotia i think.  then
newfoundland. 'tis all
great white north to
me.  and
greater with she.
take off.

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