Thursday, September 29, 2005

cocaine thoughts

in quiet times
i pick them up with
my memories of you
turn them upside down
with a gentle shake, set them
rightside up like a snowglobe
white flakes drift slowly down
covering your grave.
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2 comments:

Anthony Cerminaro said...

This is a great poem. Also thanks for commenting on my blog post.

3:11 PM
Sherry Pasquarello said...

thanks much, i'm glad you enjoyed it. i was surprised to see kwan yin mentioned in your post, but i thought it a nice thing.

4:53 PM

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