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May 16, 2005
minarets
turn my back on the sunset
only to be confronted by the moon
by the glow of displaced light
reflected on mirrored eyes;
the faces of minarets
rows of brick and cinder
ribs filled with starlight
entertain the coming dusk
tidy hurricanes whip the sand
furnishing the seagulls
with nervous tendencies
gold tassels dance chipperly along her shifting balance
copper tones and silken curves
annihilate common sense or chilvary
smoke strings itself through the windows crease
wisps along the senses trail
ignites some mid summer afternoon ideas
here
in the dead calm of winter
Posted by Drexler at May 16, 2005 04:14 PM