Thursday, June 24, 2010

Not Alone

Holding the hose, I
aim for thirsty parts
where green sucks water
into itself for color in the making.
My lonely heart
drinks honeysuckle's
scent, compounded with
rose. I'm grateful for the
company which lifts
unexpectedly on
butterfly wings and birds
that sing. Eagles above
me, dog along side me,
perfume surrounding me.

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