Tuesday, April 12, 2011

301 - 305

like listening

the quiet that hugs the sound

lips on teeth

race horses coursing

steam trains kicking up black dirt

coffee ground grit bit

on the wall

your black shall

you bake, frost a cake

i caught the cat

yawning -

but you slept all day!

spring pinging

wet dots

on roof tops

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