Sunday, August 22, 2010

3 day yard sale

We hung them in the yard
as a series of dusty anecdotes
price-marked talismans
drink sweet breathy sunshine
and hope for new journeys.

Too many sharks on the airwaves,
shakes down radical intentions
leaves the trees lonely and thin.

Found your mouth,
letting the language grow
so small.
In the shade of our near silence
we dodged metaphors all afternoon.

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