PLEASE HELP BLUE PRESS STAY AFLOAT

Sunday, May 11, 2008

A spoonful of cough medicine (to go)

The weight of hooves
or is it wings? in the night
it’s hard to say

the shadow of a fern
imprinted on her eyes

residue of stars

Blinding white cycles
of the moon (blood-
stained

A dark dance above
& below

born of a precision
she never learned to
hide