begging narrow trees stand expanse
naked sky beseeching for
the wet lips of a thousand little children
they
grow that way.
always pleading. unquenchable green drunk
ascents. to play a dream. in hands of roots.
stand trees. a soil bed soft to your appeals.
grace my vision neatly dumb straights.
pierce the moon sweat arbor men.
May 28, 2010
May 28, 2010 at 11:36 AM UTC
begging narrow trees stand expanse
naked sky beseeching for
the wet lips of a thousand little children
they
grow that way.
always pleading. unquenchable green drunk
ascents. to play a dream. in hands of roots.
stand trees. a soil bed soft to your appeals.
grace my vision neatly dumb straights.
pierce the moon sweat arbor men.
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