everything
but
on
this day
at
this hour
and this moment
and this moment
her
bottom
moves
the seat
of
her pants
as
she walks
like
a theatre
in
the round.
Sunday, April 29, 2012
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The poems here are from my collection, Lifeline, Volume One, 2002-03, and Volume Two, 2003-04. Each poem is identified only by its date. There is no other title. I will be posting a new poem each week.