I open windows
(another day no poem
written down
only blocks of dead words)
and let the breeze in
Gusts, 20, Fall/Winter 2014
A Room of My Own: Will Hope and History Rhyme?
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*Against the Drowning Noise of Other Words*, CXXXV: "hope and history rhyme"
one by one
origami cranes fall ...
in smoky twilight
squadrons of sniper drones...