Thursday, June 30, 2011

I Am


Chrysanthenum gaze lost
By temple or mouth

And tired of two
Space or voice

To sleep or swim
Another failed attempt

I should go fly a kite
At a changed familiar

Picked from the vine
Standards and kind

Last in line 
is
Last in line

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