Thursday, February 28, 2008

Walking with Wallace Stevens...

in the mouth
of the litter bin
a wrecked umbrella


bread shop
doing a brisk trade
in ice cream
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1 comment:

jem said...

The first one is fab. I like the sense of the bin eating broken and discarded things. And broken umbrellas are so much more poetic than whole ones.

February 29, 2008 at 3:53 PM

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