Thursday, March 18, 2010
March
Pink blossoms,
strange flotsam dusted through the limpid sea.
the back screen door banged,
a girl in blue
flying on two wheels. She sang
while the white dog dug
his way out of the yard, then sprang
at the grinding of brakes.
Perfume in the air
in the sweet smell paired
two birds
on branches still bare. ¶ 4:16 PM
Pink blossoms,
strange flotsam dusted through the limpid sea.
the back screen door banged,
a girl in blue
flying on two wheels. She sang
while the white dog dug
his way out of the yard, then sprang
at the grinding of brakes.
Perfume in the air
in the sweet smell paired
two birds
on branches still bare. ¶ 4:16 PM
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