Wednesday, April 27, 2011

April 27



She dislikes numbers:
a black hole with specs
like stars, continuously 
sucked in, heavy, out of sight.

Except zero,
outside it all,
holding all possibility
like hope.
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1 comment:

Craig and Bethany said...

Oh, I just LOVE how the pic enlarges the poem in this one. Perfectly! Now, if only all the soldiers could hop back in the egg!