Saturday, June 6, 2009

Tilt

We depart in the swallow of footsteps

the backwards sweep of leaves

the what ifs

the why nots

treacle at the bottom of a maple tree -

we are born under spigots

catching and falling

in a world full with the salt of concern 

 

when all it takes

is the tilt of the tongue

to find the sweetness


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