we surround them, not knowing
their names, not knowing our own,
playing tic-tac-toe with all
the shades of green, the stems
broken in half at the water line
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A Tongue Full of Yeses
in the midst of pulling poems from the air,
i find myself caught in cyberspace, a little
breathless...
i'll figure it out eventually--thanks for stopping by
i find myself caught in cyberspace, a little
breathless...
i'll figure it out eventually--thanks for stopping by
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