intently on the mind
poems and notes on poetry
Monday, June 4, 2012
A Word
I see that you are fluid; I am hard.
And therefore I have kept each mark and scar.
Take care -- keep running -- tumble over rocks --
You'll begin to stink if you grow still.
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