Wednesday, July 18, 2012

something like a poem.




 on a mexican blanket raft.
i float down a rolling river.
of snap dragons.
and solar beams.
powerful brautigan prose.
and pink kombucha.
drought sick.
crunchy grass blades.
poke through.
 loose bits.
of textile.
and the skin.
across my nose.
turns pink.
in the late afternoon.
 sun.

3 comments:

  1. beautiful words and photos!

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  2. So much beauty in this little space of yours.

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  3. I love photos they are amazing

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lovelovelove.