Monday, May 16, 2011

Enough

About stuff:

The moon glides
And hides

Behind a blue
View

Of padded cloud
As a loud

Pet peacock
Walks 

Crying, husky-
Throated on the dusky

Valley floor.
Ignore

The complications
Of the situation

But avoid, too, any stark,
And plaintive narrative arc,

Designed to more fully explain.
Let the moon glow rain

Or the moon shine dry.
Don't tell me why.

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