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Breakfast Poems

Monday, February 28, 2011

Monday

Today I saw
someone
open a window
wide, invisible
hand pushing slowly
from inside to feel
fingers against air
like a new puddle and
after dinner, a beautiful
night, sky warm,
clouds red and
the atmosphere
stratosphere
worldosphere
flung open
cautiously, but
soon.

CVP
Posted by Oh hey O'Hara at 4:51 PM

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