POEM A DAY 2012
seven poems, seven days, seventh month
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
Circa 2005
Raise high the roof,
and catch the highway tokens as they fall.
I'm not scared of driving over bridges,
Tomas,
not like I used to be.
When the fog clears anyway
I see those red chords out the window.
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