when i met you
it was familiar
it was a thing
like tires spraying through the mush of wet snow
or the way beads of glass dip and hang from
the tightrope stretching
through town
it was eternal like those things
and there were powerful vibrations between us that
resonated in perfect harmony
i rolled like a barrel
down a federally protected dune
chasing red water
in a seaweed costume
and dartboard snowballs
with motorist degrees
made a fire ceremony
in the mead trough
we almost drowned
foaming through cold salt
Sunday, December 13, 2009
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