Sunday, September 25, 2011

the stars forming a gourd

hold what?
in your palm.
tasting like lemon
scratched surface
that’s there with
princes’ princesses
princesses’ known as
what? i thought
of this as i
sat at the
window of the train,
and meditated
more on it.
buds of flowers
creeping on the vine
told showing things
to those that watched
on the porch.

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