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A short poem today, since I'm feeling rather sick.
This one was quickly scribbled down on a bar napkin and transferred into my poetry journal, where it has stayed untouched until now. My poetry journals are filled with snippets and flashes like this.
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a flash of fire over water -
and greyness;
the hawk cries a last farewell
to the already eaten daylight.
(December 2003)
This one was quickly scribbled down on a bar napkin and transferred into my poetry journal, where it has stayed untouched until now. My poetry journals are filled with snippets and flashes like this.
******
a flash of fire over water -
and greyness;
the hawk cries a last farewell
to the already eaten daylight.
(December 2003)