Cretan Maineiac

Rookie - 4 Points (April 29,1961 / Lewiston, ME USA)

Crickets & Owls & Bats & Moths: Overnight Shift Tanka - Poem by Cretan Maineiac

The night is so rife
w/ the sounds of life when the
paper hits the stoop
i wait for it to grow legs
& dance to the melody.

Comments about Crickets & Owls & Bats & Moths: Overnight Shift Tanka by Cretan Maineiac

  • C.R. Clark (4/10/2008 12:24:00 PM)

    This is great. There's always a melody playing. It's a shame we don't always hear it. I love the idea of the paper growing legs and dancing. Thanks....10....
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  • (3/31/2008 7:25:00 AM)

    Wot jim said.... :) t x (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, March 30, 2008

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