Today’s Erasure Poem

Posted on February 22, 2010 | Leave a comment

Evening (erasing Robert Frost)

Stopping here, little horse,
Where the sweep of wind and evening promises–
The snow, the village, the farmhouse,
The woods and the frozen lake,
Dark, harness bells,
The easy wind and
Miles to go.

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