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Friday, January 7, 2011

washing clouds

Washing clouds
Heavy with hopes
Hung out to dry

Where have you been?
Wild wind whispers
Spits in my face

Cement sand
Little boy yells
Tea tomorrow?

Blackbirds fall
Oysters roast
Juvenile eagle watches.

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