Thursday, November 26, 2009


A sky is blue,
I’ve seen the posters.
Your cheeks are blue, too.
Up goes my sun burnt dad
with magic, the TV works, wa-lah!

Sun in sandals,
ponytail in the sky.
And for you in my window, always…

I’ll go where the dog goes,
beneath the porch, to blush.

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