More Or Less Than This Poem by Andrew Littlejohn

More Or Less Than This



The need for something is equal
to any sum of its making,
and hope is only a better day
that runs away like some ghost invading
the privacy of a pig,
like a fog never moving
the sun,
or
burning the chariot into a slow ocean.

Friday, May 25, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: fog,ocean
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