seethingblue's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- something i wrote below the lavendar in the backyard Birdseed Blues Down the sidewalk skipping them stones. We clutch them to our mouths like microphones (like microphones) Down the sidewalk clothesline you and you fall-- against the mirror nearly 8ft tall (nearly 8ft tall) Want to chip away the broken gravel driveway, put it in my mouth and sing for supper, for peace, for all them little things. But the birds won't stay for Winter, no, they're looking for Southward homes And I cannot sketch forgiveness, like waves it leaves and comes, like waves it leaves and comes. 21:53 - 25 March, 2004 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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