Heather Reed Writes
Original poetry by Heather Reed
Saturday, November 24, 2007
On Track
predictable
weak days
lines dead
and timely
through
motions
i navigate
repetitious,
sure; on track
round-trips
comfortable,
blurred
days
off-rail
frighten
internal
wheels
seize
a landscape
unknown;
possible
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