Wednesday, October 6, 2010


Assume my new name and resume. Play the thoughts that run like antelopes across the grange. Rearrange the opals and moonstones by date at which they fell to earth. And you came to me on that day. No one else kept you away from tripping over the lakes. I needed cake and you brought it to me.

I shudder to think of the fine china plates that will brake
in the months earthquake.
Seasons of fancy French etiquette will take place.
Crowds in limousines will equivocate 

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