Signals from the Mothership
The view from up here is pretty bizarre!
Monday, April 12, 2010
April 12 Poem
Tired
feels like a dishrag
in a kitchen that feeds
a big family
who has no dishwasher:
frayed at the edges,
soft and holey
in the center,
and faded all over
from too much wear.
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