Thursday, April 26, 2012

drank on passion

Just like other days,
the morning is so sublime, so drunk on passion
my daughter busy chasing bunnies in the yard and wanting
to skip her school.
The suns are soft and wild and kind
and they are everywhere and I cannot  name or count them.
when you reach for the sky and touch his lips
he starts bursting into a thousand of songs
 we have not heard before.

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