Tuesday, July 22, 2014

poem of the day July 22


The juggler
juggled
future
present
past
Very
fast
Into
round
circle
blur
Everything
mixed 
time
No
movement
except
the
juggler’s
mind
And
all I
wonder
on this
confusing
day is
What
would
Paulina Claiborne 
say?

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