Tuesday, February 19, 2008

Morning at a Window

1 comment:

  1. Meanwhile, mobiles crouch, ready to vibrate
    On bedside tables. The laptop's a dark slate,
    Though the world (or something of it) starts to
    rouse.
    The sky is undercooked, white as albumen.
    Work doesn't HAVE to be done.
    Open Windows: more junk mail to browse.

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