I will let the mountain come to me,
no need to rush out,
A boy rushing into a field of poppies
in adulation
crushing them.
Friday, April 6, 2007
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Exposing the innards of my '93 fire lookout journal to the world -- an experiment on the cumulative effect of hundreds of first-drafts upon kind readers' psyche.
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