Saturday, November 14, 2009

A Poet In Every Line

I've a decided knack for the epic gesture
I've stood on Cliff, howling through my teeth
at Gayle, with defiance in every line of my mien
and bluster and beck at my call and command

but truly, it is the quiet triumphs

that demean
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