Tuesday, October 13, 2009

...yahh like the colour of the ocean

in the eaves,

and dropped words
and phases

waiting to visit you

roll them over with the side of your shoe

a pile of freshly fallen words

today in the pile
the sun up and out
and down and under
rain and clear

in a matter of minutes

i found the word carried on the wind


and a mum says to her son

'yahh like the colour of the ocean"

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