Wednesday, November 19, 2008

in my box i get lost

but who cares

city view
dolores park
it grows wild
recurring grace
with a simple touch 
what rhymes with crocodile?
and 
why am i wearing an eyepatch?
he separates his good mushrooms from the bad
and smiles 
as he walks up the hill
el sol esta caliente
a philosopher 
so shy
the perfect eye contact

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