i visited w/ myrna & her grandchildrenketurandreaMarch 12 2006, 22:17:24 UTC
it was late afternoon when i found myself thinking of the desert the beaches of barcelona the sands of waikiki my depleted bank account
little ones in pink shortalls, flit by faster than the red-breasted robins talking and laughing in the poplars overhead with the hummingbirds
osh kosh bigoshers slosh by too bedecked in grime & smiles to show for a hard days work : pies galore line the sidwalk all natural ingredients they boast compliments of Ms. Myrna's crocuss patch
creases criss-cross the backs of my thighs from a bed made from leaves of grass
and i return at twilight to my chamber mirrror my blacker fingers clicking up my username and read what
a friend from back home writes; of winter come to the desert. all while here in our so-called arctic God has cued the sun.
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because it's falling amber in the streelights,
so softly silent
and lovely?
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it was late afternoon
when i found myself
thinking of the desert
the beaches of barcelona
the sands of waikiki
my depleted bank account
little ones in
pink shortalls,
flit by faster than
the red-breasted robins
talking and laughing
in the poplars overhead
with the hummingbirds
osh kosh bigoshers slosh by too
bedecked in grime & smiles
to show for a hard days
work : pies galore line the sidwalk
all natural ingredients they boast
compliments of
Ms. Myrna's crocuss patch
creases criss-cross
the backs of my thighs
from a bed made from
leaves of grass
and i return at twilight
to my chamber mirrror
my blacker fingers
clicking up my username
and read what
a friend from back home writes;
of winter come to the desert.
all while here in our so-called arctic
God has cued the sun.
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And then I thought it was like that night you found a moment of home in our living room:
You don't go looking for it
and the planes
and the blimps
and the people
and the unlikely snowfalls
...find you
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