Saturday, August 9, 2008

Thank You / 28 Sept 2002

Faster winds bring 
Changing smells
And their tickle
Tells my body
Not to stop remembering
That quick fire
From a warm memory
In my body
It's such good food
And I want to chew it slowly
And thank it for having been
And being
Thank you
For blurring the lines on my clock
And softening the edges
Of my hard day

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