I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
And so the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're goin' through

Wednesday, August 13, 2008

Inspired by all the swimming

Rewrote "What the Sea Sends" from the notes I took at the poetry group reading. Tightened up the language, didn't do much, mostly single word edits. And then submitted to the good people over at Goblin Fruit.

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