Sunday, January 13, 2013

Sunday Poem

Let them breathe for you
if they are so inclined
thou art one in a multitude
of commercial forms taking
in the sunset long enough
to market the hue for whatever
delights you from the water
where you walk on the moon
humans who solve problems
make a mess in the courtyard
talk about the weather.


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