Sunday, September 5, 2010

in the pull of gravity, which is not simple,

our friend the poet comes into my room
where I've been writing for days,
drafts, carbons, poems are scattered everywhere,
and I want to show her one poem
which is the poem of my life. But I hesitate,

3 comments:

kirstyb said...

thanks for sharing xxxx

theue said...

nice. i forgot how much i enjoyed a. rich.

Sitting In A Tree Kissing said...

oh my! what an amazing photo. i love it.