Sun sets over
A gapped wooden Orifice
Its toothy wooden smile
Semi circles endless

Sepia sail clouds
Weep sunlight spears
Highlights the aging
Raised walkway

We follow its trail
Wobbling in wonderment
Through cricket orchestras
And mayfly squadrons

Honey suckle perfume
Seduces our senses
As we nestle 'neath
An isolated cypress

09/11/2008

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Posted on 09/11/2008
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