Sunday, September 25, 2011

grass in the 80s







we laid down
nested in it
light strings
new love
without
dollars or data
or other entities
in the soft rain
from lemon clouds
inside the sphere
when  we were young
and  america
could be good
now
espressoing
the mahogany and marble
your shadow numbers
seep into sight
a line of blood
from prior version(s)
and parents decisions
into yours



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