Monday, March 9, 2009

for strangers

cursed clouds i
marvel between you
where the blue is one californian blue
and no shift in its shade

the spread of dandelion antennae
their burst from a green little fist
is clearblue like
any moment born bloodless

people i feel like
times we could meet
we don't. some essential part of
us collides and dissolves
halfway between us
that little reaction times x
is our impenetrable
somehow pretty clouds

with wings or honesty
we might strangers fly like
clear through the titan horseheads
and cotton castles
soaring somehow connected
through opaque and transparent
as much as we'd wish to

seeds both crushed and floating

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