[other people's poetry] Wonder
Mar. 10th, 2014 01:31 pmA day
drunk with the nectar of
nowness
weaves its way between
the years
to find itself at the flophouse
of night
to sleep and be seen
no more.
Will I be less
dead because I wrote this
poem or you more because
you read it
long years hence.
-- Maya Angelou
drunk with the nectar of
nowness
weaves its way between
the years
to find itself at the flophouse
of night
to sleep and be seen
no more.
Will I be less
dead because I wrote this
poem or you more because
you read it
long years hence.
-- Maya Angelou
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Date: 2014-03-10 08:54 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2014-03-12 08:33 am (UTC)