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spring 2012



featuring the art of Bill Rogers

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Windswept Swann And Studious
spring 2012

Did I aim low or did I not release,
My fire or staff or seed or even goal?
Was air too hot or conversation cold?
Did breath not breathe or did my tongue offend?
Did disconnection settle in like mold,
Upon my inturned and encrusted crease?
And did his everpresent presence end?
To grasp was he not able? or to hold?
And will his hand not take the time to mend,
This broken conversation, this dark hole?
This ever conscious waiting doesn't hold,
For polished, varnished and untarnished piece.

Bill April 22nd, 2003

Ryan and I went out for a sandwich. And apparently I wrote this. The original title was HOMEWORK GUY. I don't remember much about what I was thinking when I wrote it.

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Bill, that is a great poem. Thanks for sharing :)

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