the sieve and the sand

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garden

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no one knows the things
i stole from the garden
how i used to ride the
sunrise every morning
until the plants grew right
into my mouth…
…so i ran out
leaving a clear man-sized
hole in the foliage
where the lumberjacks
would soon follow

October 16, 2008 David X. Hugo Tagged apples, oranges, pears 2 Comments
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