I am occassionally lifted away
up into the curious place just after
all blinking orange and hardly serious
be nothing apologetic before
catching the trust of shaded trees
color the flower beds
something porcelain
then, with eyes that value other
end with an art suddenly
inseparable.
Thursday, January 28, 2010
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