the thoughts of one Robert Stribley, who plans to contribute his dispatches with characteristic infrequency
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Subway Poem 3
Her on the subway reading Jung Eyes aflutter, though, never settling A permanent smile, dark eyebrow arched Betraying the flit and flicker of her mind Copper fingers interlaced, yet trembling Her heart astir with Spring
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