why so empty?
in the grass in the garden
insects bustle
off the road
into the river
someone pisses
leaves all aglow
dapple grass and thought
binded by wind
spring reading
with mosquitoes in the shade;
the dog rests
dog stares hopefully
unoticed at the door;
we talk till late
Thursday, October 30, 2008
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