artichoke spirits
permaculture beginnings, poetry, plans and plants for the future
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
organic raspberry
you sing for the red bike and
tea bag and bush and
bowl
(where the eggs were)
we say nothing is yours
not even the shadow of the
song
you are singing.
and nothing is mine.
but the air between their wings
is.
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