Friday, December 24, 2010

First Stanza of an Unfinished Poem

Wrote this "poem" after I first got 70% of my teaching salary. I felt it's not yet done... or is it? I don't know.

In my Wallet

A pen that marks blood and love
to lined yellow surfaces
is crushing my paper bills
like stacked leaves lying below
the school pavement, creeping
for the color of the soil.
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