Friday, September 24, 2004

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Through the screen, the moon made into the shape a cross; geese fly, squonking, invisible, over the lake.
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2 comments:

  1. Anonymous7:31 PM, September 25, 2004

    I look at my white pickup, resting against its curb fresh and ready for take-off.

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  2. Anonymous6:44 PM, October 09, 2004

    I love that word 'squonking'!

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