it's hot and humid
so my sight has turned to sound
i listen with the natives ear
ducks, songbirds i wish i knew their names
but it doesn't matter anyway
they are only made up mans names
solid wet breezy air
warm and sweet with the scent of spring summer
e
Saturday, June 7, 2008
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