Friday, June 12, 2009

Stars and Rivers.

The rivers are forgotten dreams.
Misplaced and misshapen as birds, gouges

on shadows of spirals and time clocks.
Where you are is not where I should be.

The palm tree in your backyard-
looks like it needs watering.

I drift on a lonely fog, my mind incorporate
as a bog. Clouds wrap around congruent

shapes, mathematical shapes
that crisscross
blue signatures and blue flowers.

I awaken to a pelican barking in the night,

at sea lions on a warm rock. The sea lions
shine like moon stars and snow saturates
the trees-

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