Friday, January 16, 2009

if I am clean cut
if I am reserved
if I am unable to recall the
moment with precision
then this place is here to remind
me
when I stood among the
almond trees
and sang songs
to
invented monsters
(calling them robots)
and chased after
my grandfather
while he stalked
trespassing
birds
I smell the black
oil
in the distance
and
find the courage
to plunge
onto
green
(monster filled)
waters

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