Poem Pieces

Sweet Paris, oh my loving blossom fantasy

The awakening of flare

Sometimes in the midst of low tides and forests

Pine trees swaying in the way of the wind’s saying

Wined and dining in colossus, finding,

Stickly and prickly, in nuisance, time’s sickly

2/11/13

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