Saturday, July 12, 2008

Eat Pie

little girls frolic with Chinese parasols in the twilight on the lawn beyond graceful they are playing-spirits of purity gracing us elder performing their perfect selves perfectly meanwhile three bats dash flapping zigzags over the field silhouetted against the sky vanishing against the circling trees they see me watching one flashes close tune harpsichord play Händel wash dishes eat pie

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