tuesday eve, the sky gave birth to the sun
>>>>>>and children’s eyes twinkled like sugar cubes that trickled
>>> tears of honey
sticking to the ground
they left an icing
>>> of sweet golden
i n –a—s e n s e
>watering the new born chamomiles and wilting chrysanthemums
that would soon be churned and muddled with cream into
hot breakfast teas
served to queens
garbed in
>>>>>>>>>hues of
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>r o y a l> p u r p l e
Friday, February 12, 2010
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