Sunday, May 30, 2010

part 2 (of 3) of a poem i wrote today

What if people were art-pieces? You wouldn't
pursue every idea, you wouldn't have time,
the stream is too thick with material, sticking
to the branches hanging just over the water,
rising to a flood. You'd have to know how
to swim before you dove.

And should you dive?

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