Sunday, November 4, 2007

Poems Too Small And Plain

1.
At noon the sun
all over the sky peaks;
virulence at its best.

2.
At home at rest
in a pool of hush and peace
I drift

Out at the windows open wide
light and wind play
games idle.

3.
Uncalled comes sleep
at any hour it deigns to;
the welcome intruder.

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