Sunday, March 2, 2014

Reflections
Poets are found in the strangest places.
For instance,
I'd never have guessed that
moving to Corinth
would turn on my
Poetry gene;
or, that
a combine
basketbal
god,
deer,
beer bottles,
and graveyards
would be subjects of
my poetry.
Weird.
Very weird.
Watch out:
you might be next!

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