A cricket and I
danced in the bathroom today.
I bowed, and stomped him.
This moon-like street light
won't even allow the mist
any of its secrets.
A jack-o-lantern
and I sit on the cold porch
with our two faces.
I'm back to writing a poem every day, whether they stink or not.
Monday, October 31, 2005
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