Ozymandias…
in wind-blown sand
I write my poem
where it's read, revised
and then erased
Sketchbook, 6:2, March/April, 2011
A Room of My Own: "Deadline Eve" Gembun
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Rain pitter-pattering on the roof all night.
deadline eve
the cursor blinks blinking
after *I write*
FYI: This could be read as a prequel to the following...
