Unfinished
one mug of tepid tea
a thousand crumbs from cut french bread
knife still readied to butter
left in haste
scraps from a new dress carelessly strewn
multicolored threads decorate wooden floors
opened scissors, straight pins piercing the tomato
quickly forgotten
one page,one pen
a thousand floating thoughts
tens of fleeing words
never completely caught
-lyric
Tuesday, June 14, 2005
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