The spaces between writing and not
f u r t h er
as my mind takes other directions
Writing has to be a clear shot
a stone that ripples in the water
freely tossed
In the interim, I drink my coffee
play piano
"Time Comes, Time Goes"
as the light returns
to sky.
Sunday, 1 April 2012
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