Saturday, February 6, 2010

jauntily survive



just for inapprehensible short winks.
wings in white of swans out of light,
above me in the sky.
the light, the light. where is the light.
fallen down to earth in the field in the sky
sheltered from thick, thick swanwings.
coverd with flowers so high.

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