Walk the rails under a high blue sky. Find the sag in the leaning fence, and step--carefully--over rusted wire. Follow a peninsula of blond grasses through a lake of loam, and come, at last, to the timber's edge where gray branches trace the sky and rose hips curl near purple canes.
Monday, June 18, 2012
Incomplete
Tooth-twinge-type sweet; rinse & repeat Music--cheap pop; pedantic--stop Always too much; always too much
Water through cracks; mid-morning snacks Half filled up glass; words, at the last Never enough; never enough
Oh, I like this!
ReplyDeleteThank you! I'm afraid the meter is bit uneven.
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