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I like to talk. And write poetry. I paint a little too.

Wednesday, November 10, 2004

Poem Without Birds



Weather-vane rooster swivels
Gleaming jets roar south
Dry leaves flutter on the lawn


1 Comments:

Blogger Unknown said...

A poem, aisha, with a great feeling of movement, of action and reaction, beginnings and endings..

Well done!

Jerry

2:18 PM, November 11, 2004  

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