Tuesday, May 27, 2008

The Evening Skin...

The Evening skin is bruised morning petals,
Clots the immense secret of a day.

Comes home

to be

Consumed by a shower,

Pronounced through liquid,

Slithers down crystal clear,

A tale of people,


(One more for the road. This one was re-discovered by my students when they were rifling through my sketchbook. They said it is quite good, not bad sia!)

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