I had a poem forty minutes ago
but then I lost it.
It was about seeing
little things from home
away from home:
like that clock—
I’ll spend 15min trying to remember where I’ve seen it before…
perhaps that poem is stuck
an hour and forty minutes ago:
forty minutes for the flight
and an hour of time zone.
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Still working on a title. At this point I'm thinking the title went with the poem, and I should just scrap the whole thing.
Written June 11th, 2006
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