POEM A DAY 2012
seven poems, seven days, seventh month
Saturday, January 7, 2012
Bret
Once I had real excitement. Drained
from me by a six foot plus marathon
runner parasite who quit the modern
and picked up a Renaissance instru-
ment, moved to Switzerland, married,
and had a son. All the while holding
on to my enthusiasm, mine.
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