Friday, October 05, 2012

"To Herd Dogs" - an excerpt

with Kindness-Loving-Us

Such pretty flowers, these
night flowers need to be touched.
They don’t look like much after dark,
with full moonlight.
pale tungsten.

A cold glow
warm to the touch.

                       Deer blossoms
How so these flowers grow…
Who waters these deer blossoms?
In my hand, like music.
Two notes,
a happy interval of petals.

Autumn comes to this meadow.
She comes
where the night is sleeping.

Yes tonight,
she comes where the night is sleeping.

                       She says…

“This is
a good place

-- Peach

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