Sunday, March 23, 2014

.....

    A leaper, in spite of herself, all that
kitten compact black and silver moving
         the universe scans, again and again,
                   until her silhouette is the movements of all trees
   the hypnosis of its sex the cage of a blind instant
                                            adorned with flowers and traces
                             entwined and widely,      with lips,
                               a leaper, not unblinking the
                                  soft territory of life


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1 comment:

John P Landino said...

The weed whacker slipped past us in the night
I am surprised
I thought i knew it well
you never know what will take you back
And then again, when does the rooster crow