08 February 2012

nest

off-path
covered
dirt boat

my beard
hung

w/ twigs
and prairie flower

arranged to remind
a million
miles
of sky

you
ocean i
can hear the other
side

of atmosphere

singing
when a storm
the size of god

rains

or darkness
or sun returns

call me
pheasant

i would like
to dance
barefoot
in the summer

if i could
sit in a field

or see you running

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