If I am repaired, can we meet again for the first time, in all of the places I have feared to go, and then, again, in all of the places I will have forgotten, if I am repaired?




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Here is the desk drawer in which all of my odds and ends are kept, tidbits that would otherwise never see the light of day.











Wednesday, September 1, 2010

Kudzu



Wouldn’t it be odd,
if we were like Japanese beetles,
brought to Earth by some prior-race
to eat up a previous error, 
like the rampant Kudzu,
and,
like the Japanese beetle,
we are eating everything but
Kudzu.

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