the clouds
run to the north
like candy cotton rorschachs
out of the trees
and over the rooftops
a dolphin becomes a circle
devoured by a woman offering her ass
her skirt lifted by the breeze
memory keeps us company like these
i was a boy of formless promise
now a burning man of forgiven premise
breathing fire
Monday, August 3, 2009
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The forgiven man and woman -
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to nothing,
plant the seeds of love
at the beginning of all time
and memory.
What is the end
is
where it all
begins
again.
***)))