Tuesday, August 29, 2006

POEM: What Happened AT 4:42 a.m.

He rolled a blue pencil
back and forth on his brown desk,
a car rushed past his house,
someone closed a door somewhere,
fires flared under stars
in a far-flung land,
the little planet we ride
played an unsophisticated song,
and the universe flashed along

faster and faster.

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