Saturday, March 26, 2011

Owl, Coyote ,Tiny Whisk

Dust Un-settled
in the streets at night

with warm breeze
come the stinging clouds

saturating sanity
masticating vanity

mirror face decimate
piles of punctual grime
rounding the corner
slashing open faced
at just the right time
on the exhale

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