Sun, 26 Sep 2004
The Right Woman
The right woman is
a hay-buried needle, but
it's dark and she glows.
19:25 |
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The Feminine
Her collarbone's notch,
covered with glitter, catches
the rare light at night.
04:55 |
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Saturday Night
It's Saturday night.
On the sidewalk, crowds linger
with nowhere to go.
04:52 |
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Balloons
Balloons in the street
bob up when the cars near them
then slowly sink down.
04:49 |
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