chirps, moans, whistles
I open my mouth and a sound comes out
Friday, October 3, 2008
Marineworld butterfly exhibit
we walked through the tent
the child held out her hand
she cried she wanted the butterflies to love her
but they settled in the hair of other girls
not violence, violets
so I asked for a little life
buttercups, forget-me-nots
yellow primroses, button mushrooms
and they want murals from me!
strong colors, reds and blacks
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