Caught In The Stream
not poetry. not fiction. a life, and something in between.
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Thursday, October 21, 2010
Consciously fragile
I dent it, he smiles
and tags along
with small fists full
of dirt and gravel.
She sneaks between
their curses and shouts
to welcome us,
a guileless mistress
clothed in tempting,
barely there brags
and ever basking
in our mischief.
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