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March 29, 2016 / Micropoetry

We Write

Breathing each word,

As it births a line,

And grows to rhyme,

And matures to stanzas,

Holding at caesuras,

With form or freedom:

We write.

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March 12, 2016 / Micropoetry

Boundaries

The starless sky shows signs,

As time obeys the sage,

And he draws with stone, lines:

The boundaries of an age.

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