Wednesday, April 2, 2014

Day Two of NaPoWriMo: The Unintended Poem

 Sometimes words mix themselves 
into strange concoctions 
that form a meaning all on their own 
without even asking me. Maybe 
when I didn't know I had anything to say
 and had no intention of trying to recall 
an angular past...
J. Pratt-Walter
2014

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