ALAN NORDSTROM'S BLOG
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Monday, February 1, 2010
NIGHT FISHING
This patient waiting for a mental nudge
That wakes my sleepy consciousness to budge
And fish for rhymes beneath night’s icy sludge
Comes up with this—a keeper? You’re the judge.
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ALAN NORDSTROM
Licensed Verse Practitioner anordstrom@rollins.edu