Tuesday, February 27, 2007


A finger pad
pressed soft
a sand grain

Swell of the
belly and an
earth curves
away from an

arm's hollow
a shoulder's
bump. Hid by
grass blades

a valley. To
the river in
sparkle, dew
the new moon

O, the stars
the lips the
sun shine on
fertile land

line, in dot
and dash our
circled life

No comments: