So , here I am quite late to the show. Dear readers, of this blog, til now you have had William Frank's unadulterated Graces, but now I have finally committed to this thing called "blog". Such an awful word, really... Will have to work on that, won't we? It fits that my first entry will include my latest poem:
paperpink; paperwhite
…this morning I left you this note, for fear of waking you,
on a slip of pink paper
that curled up, as it was torn from a greater whole,
“because I wanted to kiss your foot, so delicate, as it dangled (so delicate)
off the bed,
but did not for fear of waking you…”
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…and you should know that I thought of you this afternoon,
despite the hectic traffic of the pending trays, the careful crediting
and debiting in bilateral accounts…
And my sole regret was that the flowers I left with you were only half as lovely you…
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Thank You,
d w Stojek
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