by Eric Hinkle
imagined lightning lighted your eye(s)
can't bathe in the sea with you
when lightning is hissing in our ears
like annoying munchkins in heat
sensibility hath persuaded me to
drop a dime in a grimy, collapsed
imagined lightning lights your eye
and makes me think and think a lot—
my little lightning bug, you are mine.
let's lie down in my bug cage thang.
I will catch you invisible things.
Posted on 10/17/2011
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