Monday, April 5, 2010

A Lil Sunday Morning Something sum.

One Robin will not let the other fly away
they trot, quick, tiny short,
slow
towards the cat
that should not be mistaken
for a crow
...

Bicycle pedals, whipering dogs on
in the leaves in the trees
tee-tee-tee-he-he
the red bishops cheep
thrushes chatter like smiling innocencents
who want to pet the dogs, Is he friendly...
odd gull or gooses on high
whistle babble brook
creatures so hollow they replace
one another
awaken before the dawn
the early wormers
miss us when us are gone
....

Magnolia
do not lose, pink and white graduation
fulough, an Easter sympathy card
do not lose
as long as you catch sugar and wine
in your folded hands
we will love

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