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a poem a day for National Poetry Month, and sometimes other months as well, and sometimes more than one poem, and rarely none at all

Saturday, April 11, 2009

Actually, it's dandruff

Planet Hairbrush

what clings to the bristles at
ground level
but the residue of thousands
of thoughts
I might have coaxed
into bloom
were it not for the effort
to smooth
hair bent asunder by dreams.
Posted by Pam at 8:10 PM

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I write poems, or ideas of poems, or poem-like material.
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