| Namita Kiran-Thuene |
Posted
on 27-Jun-01 03:28 PM
re: "the site is more like a judge judy's court"
The lull of summer
crashes onto my bones
Makes me want to stretch
till the end of my beach chair
Yellow Sun blinding me
through my windshield
Just want to crash onto a tree
or, come here!
The hum of June
makes me pluck those cherry flowers
Or just cut the whole tree
down, wide open my mouth
I come here, and thrash my feet
and my hands and my mouth
It is the heat, the Sun
the month of June!
I crash, and I lay stretch
amused with the barb
and burp, aftermath.
Namita
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