#538433 added September 29, 2007 at 3:58am Restrictions: None
A Golden Bowl In The Sudden Distance
A man offers his rare Ming Dynasty teapot.
I tell him of another bought,
inscribed Maya.
He says, "Earl Grey, Jasmine, & Oo-long."
Then he says, "Wanna Grove."
I am blending with the blues over Oxford
Street in the distance. It is pouring
rain.
With the power of love,
no, my voice does not always lean so
analytically, I dream of rubber galoshs
and an umbrella with yellow submarines all
over it.
A schoolgirl's saddles shoes once pumped
piano lessons. This is the girl who
winningly vanishes
in a glossy snapshot
with a collection of fancy sheet music.
Rain subsides. Spicy tears and slashes
of the sun's rays break through.
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