Sunday, October 06, 2013
FROM THE OLD POET SAYS
“These words
shape themselves.
I push, they
push back.
When
finally
I let go,
they fall
in place.”
*
“A few
words you
need to
chew -
the poem.”
*
“Is this
how one
should spend
himself -
tiny
words and
tiny
poems,
every
moment
only
inches
from death?”
