Plain American Language

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

Thursday, May 3, 2007

Water (I'm working on poems with water, and repeating phrases...)

In water eyes, watery green eyes,
eyes of green water. In touch
like fish jumping out of water,
like deer lapping up cool, cool water,
like bears catching salmon. In
breezes of whispered water.
You are spring rain.

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