Sunday, May 16, 2010


"Bee Sticks"
Wright here,
shared sustenance devolves
to moonlit strolls
which feel as full as
well-fed bellies.
Hunting for cake boxes
is analogous
to thinning the herd.
Learning that imperfection
is perfect.
Red Velvet teamwork,
harmless paper bees,
and yellow waxed flowers.
Dog City,
on a blanket built for two.
mid-century decor,
and a spaghetti jar
filled with virginal peonies.
"I once had a dream,"
blasting on Sunday mornings,
takes my mind home.

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