The stubble is now one week old...
I look in the mirror
I looks like someone spackled
Some snow stubbled gravel on my face
And I didn't know gravel grew
To fill in roadways, ditches
That hole in my chin
I want to fill in
A face filled with sparse
And more dense growth
It could be all be the same
Or trimmed or clearcut
Or let the snow stubbled gravel
Grow its own truth.
Denis Streeter 12/2/11
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