Monday, August 01, 2005

Shock

I.

read
over
the shadow
on the
rock

where one
can find
comfort

sharpening
the tools

II.

and the delicate
stops

of directional
wonder

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

best poem ever? though, far be it from me to declare best, or not.

still...

sharpen and hone, all alone, polish yr bone.

and when it all comes down to dust i will help you if i must

until we all collapse and rust.