A heavy stone skimming across a mill-pond.
The sound of half a duck quacking.
Monday, April 14, 2014
A Dream
I opened you up along your perforation
And polished all your edges with toothpaste
Turn back once more, if you'd care to wish
I am only soul and hands and this
A photo of you I stole. To cherish
When you weren't looking
1 comment:
"You are mint. Like toothpaste."
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