Sunday, January 3, 2010

Inspired by Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson.
Not trapped,
But a secluded singing bird
Who sticks to the neighborhood.

Copies of copies travel the world.
Xeroxes roam the billion corners;
Taking their inspiration with them.

Copies had to start somewhere.
Their masters stay at home,
For the pot cannot simmer
Unless it’s left alone.

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