SHORTS & SANDALS
I woke up
And it felt like summer
Except my throat was closing
Like when I kissed
The plant that looked
Like a lady
The wind
And the sun
Played together
Like bewitched mice
I was told to close the window
Because the dust
Could puncture
Your lungs
I pushed to button
And watched the glass
Rise with the scenery
The water
Was a mirror once again
And even though
I was hungry
I was also happy
Sunday, January 03, 2010
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breathin poems
juan
a como de lugar
keep it goin
-fb.
Thanks hermano... we are in this for the long run...
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