there behind the slanted bookshelves
a list of instructions awaiting
the prelude pages opened the door
the invitation to stay came after
left to fall from the blanket fringe
the old paper map curled heavily
at the realization already recognized
know that you may to have to walk slowly
remember just one small word with
the fresh smell of astonishment
be the soul of love ever since.
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
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