assiette, couteau et fourchette
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
keep off the lawn
at arms reach
burning rhythm
plays out in my head
beats, beets, break
rubber boots in the marsh
the smell of reasoning
for no better reason
than to let go
of the questioning
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