Sunday, March 31, 2013

Moveable Feast


reflection
in the        wet

    street.               oak

hangs dreaming.

the hint
of a flower,

two lips
              aching.

spring is     born

with its
eyes closed,

a dark
            lady's   kiss.

the kids

chase      rabbits.

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