lives go so many ways
like dark sparrows
in the presence of an ornery cat
flapping away
not realizing
the inherent danger, and miracle, of flying.
Writings by Esteban A. Martinez, poetry, fiction, rants, speculation and whatever else we want to call writing
Tuesday, April 05, 2005
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Where are you? by esteban a martinez
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