Monday, June 4, 2012


adorned in black flats
(with small bows), my
feet traverse paths of
red gravel--it's a perfect
evening, not a cloud in
the sky, the sun sinking

lower, towards the horizon.
i've never been here before,
but i'm almost certain that
i've dreamt of this place:
flowers in blue, pink, and
orange, exotic fauna,

the breeze blowing just
so.  i look forward to my
return, and longingly hope

it will be soon.

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