bent
like a farmer's tan
(my eye)
only goes halfway
across.
the horizon glows and
(this orange stripe)
unbecoming /as it is/
continues.
to carry
me
through/out
the world (and)
only
pieces of me shine.
oddball shirts
/and/
(sun)shine...
Sunday, June 27, 2010
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