May 6, 2011

selection of unrelated 5 lined poems 2.0

space of a card
the fifty second
spoke spun
her green bike
mesmerizes the intersection


she foraged the forest floor
beneath the rug
sand swept shores
coconut crabs
bask in blue


every first friday
to look at you
a perfect canvas
colors in your texture
my interactive art


the tide pools
of her coastline
their ebb and flow
of salted waters
beneath his fingers

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