Monday, January 29, 2007

whistling

maiden smelled breath
so pure beyond myth
felt clicker weak
left a miragy wick

lucky dragon's tail
scratching sand to stare
waves will come soon
scoop with your spoon

poor feather tick
blueberry so sweet
spread a leaf of a palm
i take a nap and be calm

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