Sunday, December 1, 2013

floak warl



lightly wading through the endless falling
leaves our journey's rapt imagination
of the tree ensorcelled by seasons, little
by little, and by a nap fastened to a glittering,
improbably whimsical chain, found ourselves
in love, and sharing a pot of yerba mate'

onyx adze
grey whey
green eye hissing astro peri-dote
the species not our seperates'
serpent