just after practice
i started to class
in rain
that wasn’t pouring
but reminded me steadily
i had forgotten
i started to class
in rain
that wasn’t pouring
but reminded me steadily
i had forgotten
my umbrella
originally written Winter 2005
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Several years ago, one of my friends gave me a set of three purple journals for my birthday: a large square one, a smaller rectangle one, and a tiny one almost fushia in color. He said he was hoping one of the journals could be for poetry. Taking his advice to heart, I started filling in the tiny fushia book. I call it my seedling poetry project; in it lay different poetry germs, ideas I've had that haven't fully materialized. This blog is my hope of the project's fulfillment.
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