When you sit in a room alone, someone can sneek up behind you. Who is it? It's no one; you're alone. Outside the sky has fallen all over the field of ice. There's a deer in the middle of it, a small one, that can't get to its feet.
Beginning December 1st, 2006, I'll be writing a poem a day and posting it here for one year and one month. With any luck, I'll write more than one a day. At the end of this, on January 1st, 2008, I'll have at least 396 poems. But probably many more.
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