Oct 29, 2014


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here where the sky is approaching the highest treetops,
and where the blue milk dripping from all the trees -
I hang out with carpet
and with meadow under the window

hawk jumps on the floor and pecks leftovers
                                                  of today's breakfast;
I lie in bed and throw back an anchor
and every time at least I break the glass-

Let's say- the cloud sometimes known to go astray, -
descend to earth,
sinks and waits-

while kissing your feet

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