Caught In The Stream
not poetry. not fiction. a life, and something in between.
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Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Hurtling
A hurt-ling, I always hurtle
head first with lips puckered
unpoised by each mazy turn,
the walls smacking my face
profoundly
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