Thursday, October 22, 2009

The Written Leaf




BONE-SHAPED GALAXY


I throw night
for a dog to catch.

I give a little dog
everything it needs.

It runs away.
The horizon is shaped like a bone.

O dog, I say

On the other side of the horizon
is me.

I watch the sun set.
On the other side of the horizon is me.

The horizon is shaped like a bone.

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