Monday, April 19, 2010

On the walk back:

If in the smallest hours of night
your eyes linger too close and long
upon a blue heron,
it will fly to another shore.

also:

beneath the streetlamp eyes
discarded tulip tongues
burn bright as the freshest sashimi,
the blue bells look on
their purple eyelashes litter the roadside with distraction.

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