Sunday, November 21, 2010

Poem, So Far and Unfinished

blurred like raining
through a mirror, the
steam filling the room

got a way of remembering
what used to happen
a long time from now in the future

a favorite brand of autocar
if only for the name
or possibly the hyphen

elusive sense taking the
form of vapor though it was
possible to breathe it in

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