A Cloud in Trousers
Saturday, July 18, 2015
I watched the waters braid their hair
across glittering stones.
The giggling endless cord.
In that green shade,
green awakening,
flakes of the dancing sun
skipped in place
upon the stream.
He pours
his diamond seeds
by day
in ecstasy
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