Monday, February 20, 2012

A Naked Orange Man

A naked orange man
sits down
to write.
Maybe it’s the night,

but something
puts him
in a trance.
Maybe it’s a glance,

but something
wakes him up.
He asks: “Am I a dream?
Or did you make me up?”

I ponder implication,
inference. I wonder,
what could be
the difference?


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