9 yellow moons die
in the canvas of the whites of my eye
Thursday, June 09, 2011
afternoon shade
In that dizzyingly shiny box of fallen leaves
Left at my door step by that night-time angel
She’d breathed in a funny laugh of sunflowers, and
Out came a lucid day filled with that familiar smell
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