Thursday, October 16, 2003
Looks Just Like The Sun
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blades and crown tops dance
to breeze blown gusts
sunday afternoons
cross-legged on checkers
wicker carry-all
and stopping to laugh
with food still freshly chewed
"hold on a minute, I'm not done" you say
but it's a moment
smiling
and you get carried away
like grasshoppers mating
on rough-hewn coke
over twin steel rails
plunged and plowing through rural
three o'clock wind
as distant chimes whisper
your future
S*
2003.10.16
blades and crown tops dance
to breeze blown gusts
sunday afternoons
cross-legged on checkers
wicker carry-all
and stopping to laugh
with food still freshly chewed
"hold on a minute, I'm not done" you say
but it's a moment
smiling
and you get carried away
like grasshoppers mating
on rough-hewn coke
over twin steel rails
plunged and plowing through rural
three o'clock wind
as distant chimes whisper
your future
S*
2003.10.16
