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Friday, April 18, 2014
Poem for Friday, April 18, 2014
Spring in Flag
Raga music the evening before, tea
with lemon to my immediate left.
Outside from my porch,
the overcast sky;
just below, a light blue Chevy
Nova slugs along until it disappears
outside the edge of some
photograph.
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© Andrew Alexander Mobbs
"All the soarings of my mind begin in my blood." –Rilke
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