Tuesday, July 20, 2010

Photograph From S. DeSocio's Old House

We showered with lavender soap
Light streamed in and dipped us in gold
Did you see the fire in the yard?
All of the trees were alight, they had no faces to show
And I have a kettledrum, I'll hit the Earth with you
And I have a red kite;
I'll put you right in it.

Every fresh page is green and all the grass is drunk
Kept trying to catch the same silver bubble, over and over
But that's the point-- I can't
Through the fence, between the curling flower spaces, I could see them hitting.
Eat all them thirty three candles

He smiled at me and I looked up into his face and he lit up the room

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