People always say they miss the green
the greenest green they ever had seen.
Well I'll tell you
I missed it too,
when I thought all I would know
were things that would never see snow-
But when I returned to the green
the greenest green I ever had seen,
I had forgotten what lurks beneath
and what worlds can crawl up inside
-a dainty sheath.
And then I spent a year seeing green as terror
And as a constant reminder of my folly and error.
Tickle your toes. . .
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Today I was interviewed for Poets United small stone: July 13th so many things for granted, taken: two kinds of silverware.
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a know-nothing non-something, a song, a back-slap, a tree without sap. crowned with ceremony and melancholia- a whistle, a snap. a marriage ...
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driving home from the farmer's market- I can't see anything- through this storm- I come home to sleep- with you-rest in your arms fu... -
RICK: Hey Rick? DICK: Yea, Dick? RICK: See that sky roll on by? (points) DICK: ...Oh, my... RICK: Don't i-t'almost makes yer wanner.... -
strange tree, your flowers look like badminton birdies.
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