Wednesday, July 20, 2011

Extravagant Morning Poem

Oh morning,
you have no one
in the water watching
the sun make extravagant
orange rings on the ripples.
The pine needles
under your dew
in a man made forest
are more artificial than a
pine scent in a cab.
I will lift your repetition
into oblivion, taste the maximal
deep end with a cone under
each foot and laugh while
I make your original fizz
elegant again and cosmopolitan.

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