"My Doll P.A.G."
After the rain falls my lover calls. Life can be a hard caller -
Sometimes I feel ten feet small - other times taller.
Winter snows fall as a baby learns to crawl.
Without love we'd be nowhere at all.
I'm writing on supermarket walls, flying paper
planes in museum halls, walking under Oregonian waterfalls.
The world is still.
Jon Billet
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