On One Hand

April 7, 2006

Nap

Filed under: Uncategorized — ononehand @ 5:45 pm
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the teacher pauses his lecture early
to talk about green pigeons piercing the gray rain
while the chalked words turn to tangerines
and we are last spring I feel you
dancing over the backs of pink elephants
who greet fanning their candy ears
and raise mighty trunks at your
lanky arms flopping
joyful like wooden poles linked with string

you are springs on springs on
the weight of the pieces of this many years
together at a point, together at the fulcrum of
the whites of eyes, looming, daytime moon, over
an ocean of zebras, galloping frenzied
across blue desert sand

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1 Comment »

  1. i wondered that too.

    Comment by lackingquality — April 9, 2006 @ 8:17 am | Reply


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