20051118

by | Nov 18, 2005 | Poetry | 0 comments

this napkin would be great
in the hands of someone famous
found one day in a little box
treasure under wooden locks
and while this time is passing by
i write these words and wonder why
everyone’s staring
in my direction
haven’t they ever seen someone
making that first napkin?

11-19-2005

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