FIVE MINUTES OF YESTERDAY

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JOURNAL #9

to stare you down

in my own stumbling morality I feel as if I am just about to drown

and not as a serious writer like I would want but as the classic clown

a princess of prose you might just say

where behind her painted on smile always lurks a lingering frown

whose pen supplies her creative centeredness with the

option to play a wee pitiful little frown is exposed

though no bigger than a baby's yawn

yet if given back 'Five Minutes Of Yesterday'

for it she'd willingly sacrifice the approaching dawn

(written Feb.12,1993)


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