Plain American Language

I cut a sliver/of WC William's finger
and placed it inside/my philosophy...

Thursday, April 5, 2007

Open Air

On days like today, I
Open up like a vulnerable fist.

In Dupont, just across the way,
The dandelion weeds
Drive upward into the air.
Little yellow things, so easily
Stepped on. The wind is cool,
And a pigeon flies over my head.

On days like today, I
Close myself, all five fingers,
Every petal, and return to the earth.

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