Plain American Language

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

Thursday, January 17, 2008

I'm not an experienced hiker (Poem 17)

I don't have sandals so
I wear sneaks.
After all the blistering
skin'll firm back
and my foot'll be
a pencil
to the touch.
Warmth is godly.
In the shower, it's as if
clods of dirt
just come rolling
out my hair.

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