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[Update: Also published in Caltech's Totem 2010.] |
A tall leafy tree
is what I wish to be
with feet on the ground
and thoughts in the abound
a gentle breeze makes me fickle
as I shed my leaves in his tickle
my lover though, is the rain storm
I sense his arrival with winds strong
powerless, delirious, oblivious, I sway
finally I can take no more of this foreplay
wet is my bosom and joyful my dissolution
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3 comments:
inspired by today's weather? very nice.
Reading this is like watching a whirling dervish.
Yes, the weather today :). Thanks.
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