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would that the wind-flung raindrops at my window were pebbles thrown by my lover. white Geranium prunings left lying in a heap this morning, snowballs in the yard what is your question? triangle face tilts toward me Praying Mantis asking tuxedo cat chin pulled in licks crumbs from his dicky front powerlines- a stave ruled on a page of white sky making music- perched starlings. this hill is getting old on one side her skin is gone slipped into the sea below her bones are showing through I know how she feels driving home from Mahia way out to the left across the green sea sun breaks through cloud strikes triangular white cliffs a row of giant shark teeth Wow I shout Wow Bronwyn,changing white clay into frogs moans “It's the toes that take the time”. windstirred bamboo black brushed on silver moontrack spilling down rippled sea. Frog steeped in knowledge of the mysteries of pools tells me only “croak” WAIHEKE the Island lies far off sea bites off bays then licks my memories fade ZIG ZAG unseen visitor left a calling card behind- tiny feather floats
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Feb 8, 2014
Feb 8, 2014 at 5:52 PM UTC
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would that the wind-flung raindrops at my window were pebbles thrown by my lover. white Geranium prunings left lying in a heap this morning, snowballs in the yard what is your question? triangle face tilts toward me Praying Mantis asking tuxedo cat chin pulled in licks crumbs from his dicky front powerlines- a stave ruled on a page of white sky making music- perched starlings. this hill is getting old on one side her skin is gone slipped into the sea below her bones are showing through I know how she feels driving home from Mahia way out to the left across the green sea sun breaks through cloud strikes triangular white cliffs a row of giant shark teeth Wow I shout Wow Bronwyn,changing white clay into frogs moans “It's the toes that take the time”. windstirred bamboo black brushed on silver moontrack spilling down rippled sea. Frog steeped in knowledge of the mysteries of pools tells me only “croak” WAIHEKE the Island lies far off sea bites off bays then licks my memories fade ZIG ZAG unseen visitor left a calling card behind- tiny feather floats
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tricia-lambert
New Zealander
Feb 8, 2014
Feb 8, 2014 at 5:52 PM UTC
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