Wednesday, December 24, 2008

In My Pocket

A handful of

Love notes

In my pocket

Are

 

Weighing

Heavy like

The sun.

 

I took one

And read it

Till the moon rose.

 

It shattered the

Sky and all

The stars rained

Down and down

Upon us.

 

And then I

Plucked you

From a meadow.

You were a

Dandelion or

An icy

Morning

Bluebell.

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