Monday, August 15, 2011

turtle/dove

secret fancies don't really bother me, alright?
but know that once you tell me I become
either

like a turtle


and snap my smile shut
jerking my neck up
and down while I accidentally tip
over and roll away. slink
my head into my shell and never be seen
again-

or like a dove.

and all fluffed up and chest out
perch on your shoulder
just to ruffle you up a bit.
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6 comments:

  1. Buddah MoskowitzAugust 15, 2011 at 3:27 PM

    So, what's a fella to do? I liked this very much. Good job. - mosk

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  2. AnonymousAugust 16, 2011 at 7:23 AM

    I like the simple, honest and sense of fun about this.

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  3. bttrflyscarAugust 16, 2011 at 1:54 PM

    haha. thank you both.

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  4. Maxwell Mead Williams Robinson BarryAugust 17, 2011 at 9:46 AM

    love it.

    ;)

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  5. AnonymousAugust 17, 2011 at 6:42 PM

    very sweet...

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  6. AnonymousAugust 18, 2011 at 12:24 PM

    I really like this one. Made me smile!

    Here's my second offering for this week: http://charleslmashburn.wordpress.com/2011/08/18/i-am-loved/

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