The Problem With Walt Whitman
It’s like drowning in language;
To many words obscure the moment.
And then it is lost;
a reed among many at the rivers edge.
She Begged Him Not To Leave
She hid the suitcase,
And lost the one way
Ticket hidden in his coat pocket.
The taxi was also mysteriously
Called off.
And with no where else to go,
He stayed for one more
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