Here's the one I handed in to class:
Perpendicular
Our lives intersect
you=me
at point (Jefferson Ave., Main St.)
Eyes meet, we smile
Hi. Hi.
And part,
Lonely across the plane again.
And here's what I wrote for one of Josh's exercises (using a cliche to start a poem):
Simple as a knife
through white-cloud frosting,
tender, dense devil's food
another layer, clink on the plate
once, twice,
piece of cake.
If only I could make money off poetry. Sigh....
Thursday, April 01, 2004
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