Procrastination is perfection
turned seedy.
Not wheat or walnut,
but kin of goosefoot
edible if famished
and unfastidious;
or, a rose gone to hip
snagging attention
and, when young
itching a best friend’s back.
This entry was posted by struan on August 24, 2011 at 10:06 pm under Theoretics.
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