in the eaves,
leaves
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
'aquamarine'
and a mum says to her son
'yahh like the colour of the ocean"
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
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