Sunday, March 23, 2014

from THE OLD POET SAYS 



“All day
the words

pursue
me and

sometimes
even

into
the night.”

*

“Like a dog
that won't let

go its bone,
the poet.”

*

“Not
the word,

the thing
that sings.”



# posted by Tom Montag @ 4:30 AM

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