Sunday, August 13, 2006

Picture this

Wow,
speachless,
broken glass on my doorstep, only children
Highlights in the trees
keeping the sun at bay
But the heat is swealtering anyway.
The fall should come soon
as the quiet should descend with children in school
and the air balanced, with pine off the mountains
and weeping from the desert.
Tell me tell me where
is my childhood?

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