tiny poems
by scott hess
Saturday, January 30, 2010
BY ACCIDENT
he grew
tired of being
everything. he wept
after reading criticism.
he was divided
alive between
the things he'd seen
and what
his heart heard,
all of which went
forth in verse only
by accident.
(photo swiped from
here.)
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