(for Rio)
asleep,
your mouth
is dripping whispers
plaiting eddies
brown
a feast of grapes
papaya
lashes,
quivers that are skirts
Hawaiian grasses
dewy bogs
pretty boy
my fingertips count to ten
one...two...three... they rustle
leap along the footbridge
links
protuberances
little bumps
running curves
ravines
© Ronit Solomon-Sagron, 1993
Thursday, October 26, 2006
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