Saturday, January 01, 2011

Sleeping late

Sleeping late.
New Years Day begins
at noon.

***

Like the spider on the wall
Fate waits to crush us all.

My wife’s black sandal
descends.

***

here

now gone

poetry of the moment…



- R. Cody -
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2 comments:

Lorrie said...

I like your stones, especially the one about fate :-)

6:52 PM
Richard Cody said...

Thanks for reading, Lorrie. I read a few of yours and enjoyed them!

7:02 PM

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