not so desperate
sun on my shoulder
the park is pleasant
and well-kept.

brick path
boy with a basket of flowers,
flickering shadow of leaves
on a bench
on my book
tucked back behind town hall
in the midst of the crash of the week
an island.
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04:53:18 PM, Sunday 25 May 2008

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Writing poetry is not a secret vice.  Or so Tim tells me. _
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