Friday, October 30, 2009

592. MARMOSA

MARMOSA
Your white shirt.
The little stretch of garment between
hours of air. A watering sprayed in
the sky - where the squirrels smiled,
the white bird soared.
-
I never took the card you gave me
from the deck you put it in.
All along the Boulevard,
there was always
something
different.

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