poetry. thoughts and more than make-believe.

Sunday, May 27, 2007

time for

the time for
baby blackbirds
walking across
who ya on the phone with
and baby robins
munching on
where's my mommy thoughts

the time for
broken grassblades
and smells of wet mud

the time for
sleepless leg backbreaking humidity nights

the
i
m
each
a
s

swallow
swollow
a
i
dear girl
to
u
tside
rambles and find the time for

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