Thursday, January 21, 2010

A Poem

Each night I start over
Morning comes a new sheet
The day inevitably wrinkles the page
Homework put aside, practicing...
I long to crawl into a warm poem



1983



© Donald Grube, 2010

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I like to work furiously on the project in front of me. Having lots of skills I am often called on by friends to help out. I am learning to soften my brutal honesty. I know what's true by a feeling that wells up in my left Achilles tendon.