Saturday, November 22, 2014

Behind Hello

hello
sand

sand that folds
flows or rolls
as needed

dictated by the waves
and gravity
of soil and moon

and nothing more
than will willing...
stay

like weeds
looking for such
and lettuce pretending
all the same
with so much better
the taste

the taste

like sand paper
to lemonade

a good match
gone rough or
sour
at best

all
we left
left behind
behind

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