An Old Marching Order
The rain spits all around with great gusto,
and my fabric gives way here and there,
the water hydrating my bones in spots,
my fear of the storm grows outward into admiration.
A collection of original poems and photos. I believe that art comes out of humility. Herein lies my crash course of the said matter.
Friday, April 30, 2010
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