under
the speckling
alder trees
your breasts
are formed
by light
and shade
as in
that secret
sylvan
glade
we watch
and
wait
and
dream
for in
this beautiful
verdant
land
where sky
larks sing
and crows
do go upon
their busy
blackening
way
you catch
new memories
seeds in
hand
to scatter
as we go
under a
speckling
alder tree
so tall
so light
so free

07/15/2006

Posted on 07/15/2006
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