Wherein poet Deva Haney writes and rambles until she shambles off the beaten page and gets lost.
Saturday, June 29, 2013
Rumble Poem
tired and spent like the last dollar in the pocket rumble, rumble shake just a little like the hum of an engine in neutral lay low be a tiny sound just until the transmission is fixed
I miss seeing your Nova in the parking lot at work.
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