TRAILS, TRAILS

TRAILS, TRAILS

He walks bestride the colossus tree
who walks as well as he.
He carries fistfuls of paper napkins
and he tears them up and releases.
They fall like ballerinas.
He is survived by:
a wife; a son; a daughter.

posted by wpham | 2:07pm, 2009 October 05

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