Saturday, June 16, 2007

pronouns.

summer feathers flaunt as words taunt
bent and broken a thousand different ways.
gemini moon rising over lion sky
is truth read between lines?

near a corner beneath a sign
where your street meets my street
lies a locked box
shorn of secrets, the fullfilment
of past promise and agreement.

it is for you so you will know
where to find it..

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