Wednesday, April 2, 2008

Odd way to find morning

The mind
is odd, and made of
berries. Rasp and straw hold
it together. Huckle lines the
inside. The past is made of
blue, and the coming sits
outside the elder.
Anything you can think
fits inside
a mul. The rest
is the back of a boysen.

1 comment:

Alijah Fitt said...

and full of weeds and thorns