day 2, poem 2
7 Apr 2005 12:00 amxposted to
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04/06/05
Word list: garbage, floor, west, old, realize
that old pizza joint west corner of the strip mall, on the main drag, it was abandoned after last year's floods, you realize. windows're covered with newspapers, there's garbage on the floor. and sandbags leaning against the door like used-up old men, still waiting for the next big rain.
04/06/05
Word list: garbage, floor, west, old, realize
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Date: 7 Apr 2005 07:11 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 7 Apr 2005 11:58 am (UTC)"Old silence bids its chosen race rejoice,
Whatever ravelled waters rise and fall
Or stormy silver fret the gold of day,"
(The Man Who Dreamed of Fairyland, 30-33).
Don't mind me. I'm still caffinating. Thanks for posting this!
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Date: 7 Apr 2005 02:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 7 Apr 2005 03:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 7 Apr 2005 03:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 7 Apr 2005 03:16 pm (UTC)(This is a real place a few blocks from my house...although I don't think the sandbags are still there.)