Naked feet dance with blades of grass.
stuff written by jg
T H E M E S
alphabet fishing
creek songs or love strummed through the leaves
fruit
the whale
Saturday, September 16, 2006
Wave Big
The clouds
Want to swallow me this afternoon
Their gums feel like cotton
But then, I have no imagination
Beyond the point of taking your hand
And dancing to the sun
Ooh, gal
I feel love.
{in Montana; 08.27.06}
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