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Wednesday
Apr272011

the next morning

the next morning

he stared at the camera
sepia tired
after a night of foggy dreams
spiked by frost

she ignored him
grazed on crisp grass
licked her thick lips
with thoughtful tongue
minding the sensation

his eyes

beneath a tree
bisected
brushed to one side

and on the other
between the previous ghosts
and the sign of the bush of holly

they passed


Reader Comments (2)

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April 30, 2011 at 12:37AM | Registered CommenterCatherine Edmunds

dear Catherine

Congratulations !

silent lotus

April 30, 2011 at 1:06AM | Registered Commentersilent lotus
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