Thursday, May 31, 2012

She is the Sad One

The corner of the new square pond
responds to light in amusement.
Be proud of the thankful clouds
that supplement your hair with
mounds of white, luscious lumps.
Lighter then air.
I am thinned out to something like
butter melted on a pan on a hot stove.
I am soon to completely melt and
dissolve into nothingness.
I am already easy to miss.

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