late march weatherchanging
every five minutes —
my clothes still drying
. . . . . . . . .
The last line of the poem changed on the way home.
Sunday, March 28, 2010
march weather
late march weatherchanging
every five minutes —
my clothes still drying
. . . . . . . . .
The last line of the poem changed on the way home.
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