the steep dish sides of a holding cell
waiting the breath for gluey bile
our secret city under constant watching
some tremor caused by urchins and flirts
listed on the sides of milk cartons
remind us of our green grass gardens
yonder the wondering corn meal cookies
we shared at the wedding in Wyoming
where there, there is no water to speak of
we made juice out of trees and rain
and sucked our thumbs as we dreamed
about such cities as this one
2 comments:
Ok, wow ... you blog is so cool! Like, really really way cooler than my humble food blog. I'm impressed! Also, please let me know how the cream filled cupcakes go!
This is very cool.
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