Monday, April 2, 2012
Tiberius is asleep in the crook of my arm
Make yourself small.
Curl into the moon-
a cat-tight ball.
Look! It's early
No city-bred cocks
crow for an opening sun.
We are alone with
solar flare March-
made June bugs.
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