It's night
and a numbered beauty
lapses at the wind,
chortles with the
branches of a tree,
giggles,
plays shadow dance
with a dead kite,
cajoles affection
from falling leaves,
and knows four
other things.
One is the color
of your hair.
OH MY GOD. I LOVE RICHARD BRAUTIGAN. SO. MUCH.
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
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