Picking up a paperclip.
Pocketing a pen.
This poem
written right under their noses...
What's a penny to a dime?
I'm just stealing a little time.
Haiku [untitled]
Winter and the cold snow bring the dark-eyed juncos. My heart, full, watches.
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Today's color: White GISH Starchy shrapnel covers the cutting board-- evidence of a warped mind driven to carve a couch ...
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