Friday, May 05, 2006

Burning Word 2006

Forty pairs of wet shoes
Forty pairs of crossed, wet legs
Sit on twenty wet chairs
All with wet hair
Sheltered, in the dry warm foyer of Greenbank barn C.

Outside, wind howls.
Outside, rain taps upon the glass
And pounds on wet cars, in a wet lot
And leaks through holes in a white wet tent.
The empty white wet tent
Of an abandoned beat workshop.


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