Thursday, January 06, 2005


Haphazardly scrawling lines and verses
While riding a dingy city bus
On a cold grey rainy day,
I wonder at the way a glimpse of her
Can refract the grey
To a thousand rainbow shards
and draw up light
like a squeaky campground pump
needing oil -- at first,
nothing comes,
but then cool water, a little rusty,
in a gush.


Blogger Jen(nifer) said...

: )

Where have I seen this before?

4:11 PM  
Blogger Matthew said...

No idea. :)

Actually, I had a conversation with a friend about the way that I feel constrained about what I will write on my blog because it has my name on it. I don't really want my writing to be inhibited that way, so this is my first baby step.

4:13 PM  

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