Tuesday, March 26, 2013

Take A Seat

Over there it sits
without a ticket
the past so-called
in the mind of words
the knock of it jealous
the kiss of it gone she is
yourself but isn't this pain
broken open by beauty
of that cloud.  You can say
you were there too
always and beautiful night
stars twinkling Big Bear
little bear integrity.  Green
water more than you thought.

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