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and to think i saw it on floyd terrace

Tim Martin's Sonnet Project

Thursday, June 17, 2004

Month of Sundays

A Month of Sundays

and right now there isn’t time
to be honest
in this uncomfortable passage
between your conclusion and mine
i combat and unfold
you in attempt
to remove stains
my ricochets cause
with friction enough
to send ice blue sparks
over us like waves
from the pacific
in case there is a moment
or so to think it over


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