Thursday, December 13, 2007

something finite

a red couple on a brown bench
in park greenery.
she whispers

into his mind and a mockingbird
does that for which it got its name.

the girl twirls a fiery poppy
which is all she is, the boy buzzes

a blade of crabgrass
which is all he is, the mockingbird

swims through the skywater.

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