Trent Weldon
A writer is who I am meant to be
Sunday, March 7, 2010
The Tortoise by Cid Corman
Always to want to
go back, to correct
an error, ease a
guilt, see how a friend
is doing. And yet
one doesnt, except
in memory, in
dreams. The land remains
desolate. Always
the feeling is of
terrible slowness
overtaking haste. *
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