Sunday, December 6, 2009

"Bag Lady"

a face is born
with an eye
which i go through
into the many tiered valley
of pahamohin

on a stone table
as big as a house
a big iron gourd
is brewing tea
and a caterpillar
is searching

for a leaf

the sky is uniform
like a watercolor
done by a professional
but the sun is more
like a cooked onion

if you walk about 20 miles
down the valley
there are some large sponges
that are hollow
that may serve as sleeping chambers

i still haven't figured out
how to get the damn tea down
out of the gourd

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