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30 Poems in 30 Days – Poem #18

In Uncategorized on April 18, 2013 at 10:30 pm

Poem #18

As I walk under an expansive night sky, 
poetry is forming itself in my gut whilst the tree’s shadows shake:
a rousing rumba for midnight.

There is no need for the word apology in this language.

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