a rumpled sheet
of brown paper
about the length
and apparent bulk
of a man was
rolling with the
wind slowly over
and over in
the street as
a car drove down
upon it and
crushed it to
the ground. unlike
a man it rose
again rolling
with the win over
and over to be as
it was before.
-william carlos williams
+++++++++++++++
one of my favorite poems by w.c.m.
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