Tuesday, February 22, 2011

276 - 280

a warm afternoon

small cats lapping up water

at times, a clock ticks

i study the tracks

made by backpacks through brick paths

and now, a decade

my dear dr. ink

eyes behind glasses

a cosmic culture of blue

a microscope prepped

thoughts crystallizing

form order from alphabet

outside, snow collects

writers in cafes

clustered about like snowflakes

words stick, collect, melt

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