about the poetry of Dick Allen,
it’s like a something you can’t quite put
your finger on because of the clutter in your office
or a tree that blocked your way on the way to work.
either way I wish I could enter that world more fully.
a world of events hinting that to go this way or that
might be best if only you could stop and listen.
but stopping isn’t really the point is it?
October 9, 2012 by m4u
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