torn pages & coffee rings
ripped out stories, poems and thoughts spilled from the caffeinated brain of a young woman
Thursday, December 2, 2010
rainwater
(I wrote this poem by picking out random words in a paragraph of a random book.)
"Rainwater"
The threads, the temple
Sing the rainwater!
Splotches scattered.
A boat? No...
She is now the container.
Then she brings
The handfuls, washed.
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