Refractions: Autumn's
Refractions:
wet, slick, sliding
among autumn’s
vision in night,
soundlessly.
wet, slick, sliding
among autumn’s
vision in night,
soundlessly.
posted by Sir James Eric Watkins at 1:32 AM
Tuesday, September 27, 2005
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3 Comments:
Isn't it amazing how much we can fit in with so few syllables. You've done well, James. Thanks for posting this.
It is. And thank you for saying so.
*big smile
I tried three of them for myself tonight. You know where to find them. They're not as good as yours, but they're nice little morsels.
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