autumn's laughter
sways
to opium
sky,
daylight's sweet nectar.
i watch a lone morning glory grow
among
the warm saxicolous
waiting for first signs.
cleft leaves fall
between my fingers
painting my skin in red-orange.
this insinuating color rolls
through my hand's fjord to blushing
roads of rubble, settling in sleep
upon the
devil's
cellar door.
laughter's sinuous sound rises with-
out incident.
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hi michelle came over here from mariachristina's F5 w/Pi...pretty incredible stuff and challenging...didn't know abt this before on your site...
i finally got around to using this form... it was tricky......
"olive tree"
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