I felt smooth cotton wrinkle under my toes
Slinking and tangling between peach and bone
While watching yellow slip through slits blurring lines into waves
Weaving a warm ocean and all its little specs or creatures
Exquisitely dulling all geometric shapes
Interrupting, but invited none-the-less
Swung past favors served on a broken plate
Yawn and stretch,
How I wish I had a frame for those turning points and gold ribbons
Soft, sable, poof, bouncing, licking my fingers, begging—pick up that round stringy thing
So here's to the next day, no longer dreaming to live,
And…to those who dare to brave dirty hands
-Susie
5.28.2008
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3 comments:
Well, Susie, it looks like I've found your blog too! Plenty of stuff to read, it all looks very good so far.
Do you mind if I put a link to this blog up on mine?
Oh yeah, link it baby! ;)
Oh I've linked it. I've linked your blog real good. ;)
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