A heavy stone skimming across a mill-pond. The sound of half a duck quacking.
Friday, August 09, 2013
Ahh beneath the heaven tree
We said we'd meet
Spreading branches, us beneath,
Soft pulpy lightning
Earth scented moss wicks
And the gentle flames of glossy wings
Fluttering under a lighted moon.
8/09/2013 09:38:00 AM
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