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Thursday, January 3, 2013

SYNTAX














 


Poets have words
Some days
But can put no good
Order to them--
Nothing pithy to say,
No revelations held,
Nothing even for therapy.
I'll just watch the leaves
shiver on emptying limbs
through the window now--
misplaced modifier aside.
Yet the day cries one word:
"Hallelujah!"

(Thank you to high school English class buddy Mike Barnes for the inspiration.  Miss Stella would be proud of our collaboration.)

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