chirps, moans, whistles
I open my mouth and a sound comes out
Friday, June 12, 2009
at Eileen's
beautiful the room
the carvings intricate
costly the chandeliers
no matter. Once you sit
down with the others, there you are
eyes pulled outside to the trees,
the hills, hoping for a distant raft of clouds
to hurry on this way, bring wind
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