By Daniel K. Cunningham
Artist, journalist, poet
Limited Focus
A UFO
flew on by
flashing lights
in darkened sky.
But I did not see
what there was to see
my eye, trying to cope,
peered through a telescope.
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Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Wednesday, January 2, 2008
He Wanted To
He Wanted To
He wanted
to paint.
Not a Fence.
A Picture.
A gray-green shore
or a pink petal
poking out from
a landscape breast.
He wanted to.
But never really
got around
to it.
He wanted
to paint.
Not a Fence.
A Picture.
A gray-green shore
or a pink petal
poking out from
a landscape breast.
He wanted to.
But never really
got around
to it.
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