Tuesday, November 20, 2012

Always it is the poet waiting for
something he or she can't remember, like
a pot to boil when there is no pot, or a
piñata to be broken when

there are no children around.  Or a day
that goes by when there is a way to
forget all of it.

-Heather Bell

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