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Stuff I write. Mostly poetry.

Thursday, March 6, 2008

Trip

First
fall hard
on the pavement
carved initials
from long ago
faded by
repetition

I am not
the first
nor shall I be

the last
to leave a mark

here,
I etch
who I was

I dust myself off
I limp away

© 2008 Alex Stageman

Posted by A. Stageman at 11:27 PM

1 comments:

Jenny said...

I really love your poems and texts. Keep up the good work! I'll definitely be watching your blog more times.

March 20, 2008 7:56 AM

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