Maybe it was the lack
of my green binder
that has slowed me down
until now. But inspiration
was not otherwise lacking.
Maybe there's a feeling of
significance that caused me
to hesitate. Maybe there's
more than one way to hold
my breath. When rain fell
on the Usumacinta river as
I bathed in it, the feeling was
remarkable. Go to Guatemala,
go to Mexico, swim in the river,
and if you're lucky it will
rain, and if I'm lucky
I'll learn how to live
while drowning.
Friday, April 9, 2010
March 2010/ June 2008
Posted by Gordon at 1:25 AM
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I miss your poems.
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