Tuesday, September 1, 2009

my daemon

the poem came hurdling down the hill towards me as i was working in the fields. i ran ran towards the house to grab a pen before it could get to me and swish swished past tall wheat and but then, as my feet hit the dirt the poem caught up to me, overtook my whole, shook and then ran on. hurling forward beyond myself for the next poet to catch it.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

oh gosh,
was just talking about this tonight!
with one of my new classmates.