Springwater Farm Poetry: Across the way

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Tuesday, March 25, 2008

Across the way

Hi sits near the window every day surrounded by gorgeous plants and pale, sallow women He works his two computers as though he were sculpting fine art. His work area is always tidy, far more than controlled chaos He rarely closes his blinds like so many others He never polishes his glasses nor takes... Sign in to see full entry.

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