Wednesday, December 9, 2009

Leaving Home

Some of
us,
remember leaving
home in the morning,
exploring
the bayous,
fishing with bread,
catching hermit crabs
catching a fly
to put into
venus-flytraps
growing wild
in the meadow
eating sour weed.
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