Plain American Language

I cut a sliver/of WC William's finger
and placed it inside/my philosophy...

Monday, April 9, 2007

Evening Questions

The swath of light climbs up the skyscraper
Around the corners of white prisms and spikes.
The inside torso stands up in a plug of gun-metal.
The shadow struggles to get loose from the light.
Shall I say I'm through and it's no use?
Or have I got another good fight in me?

-- Carl Sandburg

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