Sunday, May 06, 2007

April

across from the white cemetery
an espresso bubble
the plain speak is turgid relief
pallid blue the speech
of memory

she wore a green gown
and waded hem-soaked into
an ocean of sand
ran across the tressel singing

the black and white pages have turned
into color
an essential parachute has collapsed
tiny spiders
rule the Earth

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