February 25, 2006

  • Working Without A Net

    Everyday on the train, in the mornings mostly, I write ...
    without a pen or paper I sit here tonight
    and my journal has no more paper.

    I'll gaze out the winter's night softly bedded white
    and wonder if I can place my fears aside
    what can I do without my trusted friend.

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  • Interesting piece; I read it first without reading the title, then went back & read with the title. I came up with a similar title before reading it, so nicely done. I run into that same dilemna as well.  

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