Saturday, May 22, 2010

Hope.

Hope may be a thing with wings,
but it is also a rusty dodge intrepid
that starts again
despite its empty tank.
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  1. UnknownMay 27, 2010 at 9:44 AM

    I like this. It's also different from your other poems in style and length.

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