July 11, 2011

Podium Profligacy(my mouth, both feet in it)

picking all the shiny things
my seeded wings,
where matted leaves
wear time sleeved
as if hand-clasped,
band one moment
to the next
holding the wave goodbye
when I just might not know
to keep silent and
cut my ears
to tooth the wind
and say hello...

1 comment:

  1. This:
    "keep silent and
    cut my ears
    to tooth the wind
    and say hello"

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