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Wednesday, August 31, 2011

I follow you.

As you walk by
people point.
You look over your shoulder
and smile at me.
Will you remember me when we meet?


Sam

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Perched upon a rootless tree
Among lush evergreen leaves

I sit with this stolen flute

O Lord, adorned by peacock-feather
If I play a tune

Would you find me?

Winona