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May 28, 2006 15:25

The black bird slashed with red
Forages through the seeds in search for his favorite meal.

A tap is all I need now to let loose the waterfall.

Sunday morning
Woken up with the same questions
burning into my temple,
Chippy nausea tramples along the lining of my stomach.

Laying here in this calming place floating above the green earth.
The sweet wind tickling the back of my ears.

Stone faced
Surrounded by forested calm
Unable to break down
Unable to reach for that which is needed.

The bumble bee my single companion as he wills himself to inspect the earth
escaping the heat into this cool shaded heaven.

Reach out
Grasp
Hold on Tight.

The chlorine continues to sting my scalp.

Another can of acid with a touch of lime pours itself down my throat.
Salty residue stings the corners of my ocean eyes,
No sparkle.
No waterfall.

The young woman laced her fingers through the braided hammock and held on with all of her might.
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