let us end this milling and purchase satin ribbons,
burgundy and mint, to bind these newly arching wings,
to frame charcoal scrapings in our furnished cave:
we are neanderthals and angels in a deft parade.
a tide of lapsang in a teal cup at last calls,
forcing a cascade within the book lined walls.
Monday, January 19, 2009
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