Friday, May 22, 2009

EARLY ONE MORNING

 

He saw a stone in the grass,

the best one.

He heard a bird

sing a song with no mistakes.

He touched his right hand

with his left with precision,

and he smelled the September air

the way you should.

He then headed for home

to taste a piece

of raisin toast for breakfast. 

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