glossypapered
Thursday, July 21, 2011
Celery stalks
The twirl of a
pinprick-
anchored penny
spins alone,
raisins mingle
that the dew day
dawns,
or that honey
tastes.
The splash of
a pool.
Outlasts is a
term I never
use. And
never say ever,
or never
never danger,
or hold alone
a line I know
I last.
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