Not a contrary cloud in the sky
Not a sentence nor anything but the sound
of a blackberry bird
shaking a persimmon leaf to the ground
Not a reflex but a humming stone
Cinnamon lips
Buddha-waistband smile
Sorry city smoke you can't go it alone
Zexmenia sunshine
disco lemonade
dalesmith & lollipops
& nasally bees parade
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
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