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Tuesday, October 7, 2008

A Child

It fell from the tree.
Fell in my mouth.
I chewed it; it was a dry leaf.

I rested by the sprinkler head.
It fell on my arm,
was a mossy limb,

circulated bugs.
It was a cloudy stream
with rock parts. Sweet tea

and bourbon jar.
Sleeping off. Sun’s far
but the shade tree

but the light’s much.
above the tree.


Lily said...

I like your rhymes...

Claire said...

Thanks Lily! I hadn't noticed their extent. I mean, "What's with the rhymes?" Seriously!