1/5/08_Poem by Betina Hershey Russo
Pick a flower, cut an orange,
Fold the world into a perfect
Plane and fly it
Towards the horizon.
I am glad to have found
Your pencils and the spider
That tickles me
In between bating flies.
Look how the sun gleams
Through the glass
And creates such lines of light
Upon the lavender curtains.
I'm soaring in my flower plane,
Sorry to be leaving you behind.
Monday, January 5, 2009
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