time passes
i know mostly b/c hair grows...
the sun sets and hands that once moaned
and yearned to be naked/ free from mittens/ are
and find bicycle handles, balloons, hands
and that was all i really wanted
it wasn't the samurai face, the toss of glasses into the night, or
the syncopation of sighs
and that was what i couldn't say earlier, that nothing really changed
suns set hair grows hands are just hands
and i have two
Sunday, May 17, 2009
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