Jenkins Street Poetry Project
A collection of original poems by Don Stinson
Sunday, May 17, 2009
[down in a hole]
down in a hole
the universe lives
scratching and grunting
through the eons
shaking its head
star-systems fly
into oblivion
so much dandruff
caught by the gale
whipped into black
where someday
I’ll look for you
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