Poetry is hard


Poetry is hard
and squarish,
like day-old bread
that crumbles
at the knife
and makes a sound
almost like sawing
as it falls to tiny pieces
that we take
to feed the birds.
Posted by Mike Mennonno at 4/8/2011 6:14 AM
Categories: A Day in the Life
 
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