I sat down on
a lily pad
next to Lorine
Neidecker. I
said The sky is
a laundromat,
and she wondered
how I knew that
and knew what got
rinsed and spun in
those sudsy clouds.
I croaked loudly
and then so did
she, silently.
Saturday, August 01, 2009
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