Elegance Twisted by Sherry Deanne

Modernist prose poetry and a bit of rambling from me.



Thursday, November 12, 2009

**Putting down thoughts, hoping I'll be so ashamed this is public that I'll fix it :)

The clouds shed snow
all morning.
I ate lunch, flakes
large as nickels fell
unceasingly.
I looked out, saw bare
green grass,
tried to not write of
futility.

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