warm fog

Westbrook June 23 2008


fog hangs in the trees
brown bunny mows the grass
white cottontail on his ass

it's sticky
it's sweet with jasmine scent
and you feel as if you're energy is spent

everything is still but the traffic and birds
who of every size and shape chirp this is my tree and annoying me

bunny you look at me so small'
and wonder why i am behind glass
why I've put myself voluntarily in a zoo?

his paws are so little, almost like soft little little, soft fringed suede feathers
hopping so daintily among the morning dew

big teardrop eyes keeping on eye on curious me



this tea is warm and good
waking me up with a second sip
smells like summer

my face is soft and clean and I start to smile again
an ever so light cool breeze making it up from the
salt marshes make me believe it magic again


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