I love the way you can
push through a sore and stiff
body whose bones are trying to fuse
and burn it all down into motion.
All the pains of this world
are curling up their creaking knuckles.
I'm back to writing a poem every day, whether they stink or not.
Thursday, August 30, 2007
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