February 2010
Green Grass Clear Skies
Divot Holes.
Hammering away at a nail,
designed to withhold a cork board.
But too many pictures hang from the pins pressed in designated form.
I’m keeping notes in my dictionary.
Green tea trees ablaze.
he who sees; abstract.
repeating his own name.
“to be close; to touch to unite.”
he is lionhearted with a piercing cry.
Risk your pending request.
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