Thursday, May 23, 2013

poem-a-day, #28

it bursts through our windows

we are pulsing
suns hand curtains hand
hooves clouds off
with patter or patter the dear dust
glitters, scatters, calls out
"home ooh ooh"
home?  we groan.  we are
having an adventure.  glow
away, we chide.  but there,
the stars snapped open
in our bloodstreams, like she said
they would

5.20.13

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