[I've finally had a chance to try my hand at writing American Sentences, thanks to a prompt at Read Write Poem.]
I see the history of my junk mail in the magnets on the fridge.
Five wild turkeys strut by in arrogance the day after Thanksgiving.
Medicine in my eyes turns my worldview into dim, blurry brushstrokes.
Returning from the In-Laws'
The goal is to cross the state line before we have to fill up the tank.
Sunday, November 25, 2007
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