"The desert bears only a scathing sun, and nothing more."
"What about mirages?"

Friday, March 11, 2011

A Pen Or Pencil.

I don't write
in pencil anymore.
In a little black book,
the fine marks
sit
ferment
and then fade.
A pen
is more to my tastes--
the ever enduring
permanent stains
will never fade
from these hands;
nor from that
little black book.

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"Write with our backs to the wind and our faces to the hard, bleaching sun."