Sundays we walk
parasols or rainbows
puddle splashes
or
dry riverbeds
makes no matter
hand in hand
we
bespeckled with incantations
imagine our eyes
as little starlight specks
of gratitude
for the opening of
textured tunnels
leading deep underground
Sunday, February 12, 2012
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