Saturday, January 23, 2010

3.

the faucet sneezes spit
city lights echo the stars, but we overdid
it
trees float since gravity turned
sideways
pillows hum with complacency
leaves sing loud with decency
secrecy
all of the above
got swallowed up
by a dove,
a particularly feisty one, I'll tell
you that.

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