Tuesday, October 05, 2010

and then comes the unwelcome (draft)

sunrise with trumpets, pearls
and bouquets of wild
flowers falling out of a little boy's mouth.

next bodies
slipping together
same as seven

years ago
adjusted
for growth and

loquacious inventions
detailed. minutia forgotten
the moment we seek

coffee and milk
and peanut butter. must
get to bed if I care

to enjoy the show.

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