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Dec 2015
The words are a beautiful music.
The words bounce in water.
Water music,
loud in the clearing
off the boats,
birds, leaves.
They look for a place
to sit and eat--
no meaning,
no point.

Robert Creeley (1926-2005).
Š2015 by Trevon S. Haywood.
Trevon Haywood
Written by
Trevon Haywood  Springfield, MA
(Springfield, MA)   
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