Wednesday, March 31, 2004

to my solitary mister

swimmin’ through the soup of life
long-limbed and straight as a willow
i see a little girl with wispy curls
waif-eyeing leaf, fingerprinting berries
and leaving
footprints in the grass. you may
be big now, doing grownup things
finding the world for your own
but your fingers give
you and your stardust dreams,
spiderweb shimmer of hopes
away.

Mina at 3:58 PM

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