Friday, February 1, 2013

Untied 1

I walk on loud twigs
In a forest
I think I remember.

A sad moon
Shines on a horse
I used to own.

Underwater foxes
Dance in silence.

I wear my velvet soul
Stained with colors
I have never seen before.

I have dinner with
Five hundred ants.
They cook,
I bring vinegar.

Moss is on fire.
I dig a hole,
Burry my necklace.

The moth and the grass snake
Conspire against me.

I step back.

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