Sunday, January 27, 2013

Refrigerator Poetry

We have some of those word magnets on the frig in our apartment.  These are little snippets that I just happened upon their compositions (my roommate posted a picture of one of them here).


                                                  how gray we dream
                                                    who see the laughter
                                                of which the fire sang


                        though as sky from
                            morning snow
                         tastes like spring
                      so too rain becomes
                              early fall


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