Traipsing
Upon the merry road
Of diminished options
Until none remain
Leaving a person
No more than
What lies apparent
A cold day
Full of purpose
But bereft
Of possibility.
Tuesday, September 02, 2008
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An experiment, to see if I am capable of writing one poem a day for an entire year. Readers are welcome to comment on the work, or post their own work in response.
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