Sunday, March 31, 2013

Untied 5

I take a long dreamless nap on the cracked ground.
Fennec foxes chew on my hair.

Shadows of insects on red rocks.

A snoring toad wakes me up
And follows me for hours.

Old birds on silent branches.

I walk through a cold river.
A slow carp brushes against my ankle twice.

Pale leaves on wet roots.

The ladybugs in my pocket
Fly away at the same time.

Tree sap on my hands.

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