Saturday, December 31, 2011
THREE from
THE OLD POET SAYS
THE OLD POET SAYS
"Even
in high wind
you cannot
outrun
the sound of
your own
whining."
*
"We would.
We could.
We will
We shall.
Words make
promises
we can-
not keep."
*
"Like birds, our words,
dropping from the sky,
pecking at gravel."
