Sunday, September 20, 2009

Glyph's Valentine

I can hear him sweeping
the ocean in my brain
at first but then
it’s the neighbor dancing
the dust around perhaps
he would not have put it
that way rather makes
a mound of dusty pain
a little beach by eight
the dogs wake up the
prayers pour in for our
glorification there in
the glyph I saw
what looked like
my baby crying.

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