Wednesday, March 5, 2008

American Sentences: Mar. 5, 08

This works because the world arrives, blooming, when I open my eyes.

Where's Elmo? they howl from the rim of El Capita-- then firefall.

Like my American Sentences, dog at back door scratches, wants out.

Last night on farm, brandy in flask, or was it grappa from Old Country?

Am I doing it right, writing to morning, perpetual morning?

Sore throat better, cybernet helps, when voice can travel without effort.

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