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Poem a Day Practice
Sunday, June 12, 2011
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The only air is a little wind
on the sun-warmed water
from the grass on your feet.
All builds up to the time of day
when you push air out of the way
and try to catch your own breeze.
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Ilana Lipowicz
I write a poem every day, hence the title. Sometimes I like them.
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