*poof*
Okay, readers, here's a new draft. It, too, will go poof in a day.
*poof #2*
The soft or shrill voice within us
13 years ago
Saturday, June 21, 2008
Long Day, New Poem
Ted and I have a ritual of ringing my mother's Chinatown dinner bell when we think the longest day of the year is over. The wait proved to be a muse. Read it fast. I'll pull a Rappleye and "poof" it after a day.
*poof*
Okay, readers, here's a new draft. It, too, will go poof in a day.
*poof #2*
*poof*
Okay, readers, here's a new draft. It, too, will go poof in a day.
*poof #2*
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5 comments:
I'm thinking you "poofed" them too soon. Any chance you'll post them again?
I never like them after the first day and take them back to the drawing board. Maybe I'll send you the latest version back channel.
I'm sure they're much better than you're willing to admit. :-)
Wtf!
I was too late, too!
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